The night is sprinkled with stars...
Circled by them is a blotched red moon...
Dolled up in crimson, scarlet and roseate hues...

In the alley where tom-cats slink and roam...
In the alley where bedraggled grimalkins crouch and caper and wail at the moon...
Like a matriarch warbling her battle hymn...

On the empty roads where stray dogs trot and cower...
On the empty roads where malevolent canines snarl and grunt and howl at the moon...
Like a bard chanting his scorn for mankind...

Over the roofs where the moon is high...
The cacophony of eerie cries and savage barks...
Forged into a midnight serenade...
Of crushed dreams and lost hope and jungle nights...
Of everything crumbled and gone...

A haunting song...
Often known as...
Music of the night...