In the city, stars fade
no, burn out,
like streetlamps buzzing a grey
tangled mess of love,
lost in decision of whether to be
a guide
or depths,
where evil emanates,
tears fall through space
crashing, colliding
with metal, only to explode
in sparks of illustrious ice.
The wind, gentle, waning
smiling down,
all-the-way-down
wait,
smirking,
yes, he smirks.
Blessing holy water
in prisms, colors, seconds,
cries for life,
upon unknowing
lovers in the night.