The Knight Riders

The long and lonely ride in the dead of night through the heart of nothingness. 

Pitch black save for a sliver of moon and man made fires to keep sad people warm.

A worn and rutted road, shattering serenity through the clatter of metal and glass as we groan onward like enfeebled and bitter old men.
 
The night reveals nothing but its cold emptiness in the search for just a glimmer of familiarity.

But distant, tiny stars in the sea of dark sky shine our way home.