Evening comes our way, all lightning-haired and starry-eyed. She's an elegy, not an effigy. Clarity, not calamity. Even when streets are flooded with deceit, she burns sweet with song. Even when mercilessness spreads its pestilence, she still shines her diamond bright. No smoke and mirrors. Only hope and miracles. Here comes evening, all heaven-eyed and moon mighty. Tattooed across her heart, the words we long to hear: Even in the dark, love still dwells.