A light, going by slowly,
As teenagers go, beers in hand,
Some laughing, and others following, staring at the darkness.
Few dig through pockets, producing more torches and the sort,
Illuminating the darkness, repelling obscurity,
Walking by, donning jeans, T-shirts, and jackets,
Grabbing rocks and hurling them at invisible enemies of the blackness,
But soon, they retreat, back to sleep, and return to the cabins from whence they emerged.