Night Butterflies

Sun is done

Now darkness
owns the scene

Nocturnal debutantes dance
on neon moon beams

Stylish carnivores cavort
on the crowded roar floor

Rocket riders streaming live
getting their sonic blast on 

The forces of frolic
eventually converge
and merge under the stars

Taking flight in the night

Soaring into the vortex

High above the pull
of earthly morality

The clock strikes dawn

Magic now gone

As our bleary heroes 
tumble off the conveyor belt

Smack back
into the arms
of flat line monotony