In the Dark of the Night

Discreetly creeping through the night

all is pent from the light

formidable buildings looming without a sound

where auspicious figures can be found

murkey water puddles in the streets

splashes come from where vermin creep.

A day-walkers blunder leads him to his death

desolation in his last breath

mere seconds for oblivion to take his mine

no one there to see the gory crime.

The thief snatches the innocent mans soul

listlessly adding it to hells fir like coal

all exaltation is forever lost

when he turns his head towards the frost

will never see the picturesque gates of gold

to the devil his life has been sold.

Effusive sorrow filling their flask

grave diggers bearing the tedious task

of lowering the ostentaious box below

as it carries a small child's father in tow.

Always will the child be drawn

to traverse the ally at the break of dawn

never again will he rollick in the streets

light doen not block the fear that reeks

of the pain left behind in lifeless space

by the darkness in the corpses face.