Oh Lordy need a forty
Going in the city on this sortie
Making menace while speaking witty
We're dead inside but make merry corpses dancing in the darkness between streetlights.
The lights flicker fail and we gain new territory.
Wolves in the night we cast long shadows stretching distortions of our inner demons. They claw and scrape over concrete to rake across dismayed faces.
The sun rises too soon a cleansing fire that burns away the umbras but not our memories. We know the time after dusk and revel in it.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
Oh Lordy need a forty
Going in the city on this sortie
Making menace while speaking witty
We're dead inside but make merry corpses dancing in the darkness between streetlights.
The lights flicker fail and we gain new territory.
Wolves in the night we cast long shadows stretching distortions of our inner demons. They claw and scrape over concrete to rake across dismayed faces.
The sun rises too soon a cleansing fire that burns away the umbras but not our memories. We know the time after dusk and revel in it.
I find myself going on interesting adventures after dark.