'Tis twilight, and
the soiled shadows
are drifting in the streets.
They emerge
from ghostly alleyways,
creating savage illusions,
crusing the abyss and
all the flesh is
behind closed doors.
Lunar seductions
present memories
of time's music - -
That rhythm
which propels
strumming strings.
playing
night time's anonymous
dirge of sweet desire
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-drifters/
