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