Nyx is still around, I think
Nyx is in a night club, she's under strobing lights
The goddess smiles to herself at the familiar sights
In the corner sits a woman, her cheeks the color pink
"That woman sitting next to her is quite smitten, I think"
Nyx is in a living room, she's biting on her nails
A student curls up on the couch on top of paper curls
The homework is discarded, and tears streak down her face
Everything is rawer when there's no more sun to face
Nyx is in a forest, she's looking at a fire
The father curls his hands like claws and growls; the flames climb higher
His daughter squeals and curls up small, the tale is just too real
Her father laughs and smooths her hair. 'Love, you have nerves of steel'
Nyx is coming home again, a condo in NYC
What better place for her but in the city that never sleeps?
Her night duties are over, and now it's time to rest
Tomorrow she wakes up at dusk to see those that day left unaddressed