In the town of Night Vale things are not as they seem,
with dragons and librarians and agents in trees.
The town is sleepy but the citizens do not slumber,
the sky is awake with roaring like thunder.
The postage is cursed,
the glow cloud All Hail,
there are secrets in our eyes,
the truths to no avail.
And yet here we stay in our sleepy desert town,
our windows and doors and fridges bolted down.
For this is our home and while it may cause a fright,
at the end, we will say goodnight Night Vale goodnight.