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