the mist rises above the rose bush
fades her red to grey
rises up the ivy nearing the balcony
rising like dust stirred by an angry
Mustang bridled and chained wanting
freedom
the birds silence disturbing the crickets are missing
the moon has stopped glowing the stars
have stopped glistening
an aura is growing
of doom and mystery
silence is paranoid sent loose on it's mission
to haunt the unforgiven
I stand smoking a cigarette
Pall Mall Red 100
drinking an Olde English 800
glad to know
it ain't me
not me sir doom or spoil or devil
I believe in what I can see
not ghost's
BOO
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what was that?