do you care to walk the darkness of alley
under the pitched moon of soul cries
haunting is wake upon the darkness alley
fearing a tremble to the spine

cold is the winter dark by misty smoke
lingering in the air surrounding dark  
dormant in the still by the lamp post
flickering is the light above the dark alley

by the ghost of poet soul is
circle in the alley by midnight doom
by the gate by dark

Dark Alley
BY Deb Harman ©