grayness

Before the dawn came creeping in
There were places that you'd been-
Damp with dew and morning smell
There's some story you won't tell.

While the watchman lay in sleep
You went hunting in the deep.
You think yourself some darker shade
And as your name, quite unafraid.

But there's a world of harm and hurt
To which you are not quite alert
I know you only want to see-
But leave that outer world to me.