"in SILENT memory" to Simon R. Green's: Something from the nightside
The Nightside is the enagmatic/grim, undetected heart of London/where magic it is tangible/than you can bear
Where lives and souls/everything you can think of/be on sale already then/your dreams are real
It is always gloomy/in the Nightside/always 3 o’clock in the morning/and the rain seldom stops
Flash neon light sparkles/in the rain-soaked streets/the clubs and pubs/they close here never
Shorts of gods and monsters/hand in hand past/you can find everything here/which you have ever dreamed for
In the Nightside/you can find everything/but beware/it could find you first
Nightside…
In the Nightside/you can find everything/but beware/it could be your nightmare