They long for cool, peace nights cloak days darkly because importance here is measured starkly by the relative distance between hope and fear. The lengths of bones dictate the play who hunts and whose prey and who belongs in the light. Brevity is the key to life. Linger too long and you die. Beware of the snakes coiled deep at your feet, languidly asleep, their hunger haunting where elusive words hide before their belly stirs to stalking taunts that strike a deadly bite