A dark curtain fell over the sky
Little specks appeared from nowhere
Its radiance illuminating the gloom
Amidst the knights stood the prince
With his enchanting crescent like crown
Adorning the celestial kingdom
A mild breeze rustled the leaves
The hustle of the town slowly died
Engulfing it with silence
Desolate roads glow in the artificial lamps
Insanely quiet like death
An obscure wind sends chillness down the spine
What is this feeling?