A moonlight city
drowns in blood
the beasts are on the prowl.
In the distance
a woman sings
somber melodies above the howls.
This is the street
we all must walk
stray not from the path.
For if you do
in the dark you'll face
many a beast's wrath.
Better yet
to stay inside
for it is surely safe.
After all
we only are
the monsters of our estate.
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Author:
Jack Cohen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2021 09:25
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I get a very atmospheric New Orleans or Ybor City vibe when reading this.....Anne Rice comes to mind. Great read.
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