The Night Creatures

below these dark skies,
that be painted with twinkling stars,
and clouds that sail through nights,
far from the lonely moon,
that these footpaths followed light,
behind these bricks and tins,
fortresses by an unapprecitated struggler erected,
a sufferer sits ,
lost in thoughts,
next a dreamer lies,
building foundationless castles,
far away another be,
bracing the cold,
a guardian in flesh,
to those that a slumberland flight took,
and among concrete jungles,
lit in beautified inventions,
below labelled boards strategically placed,
a sister paces around,
washed in sheba scents,
a master of attraction,
that preys on they that such addicted to,
another transaction make,
at the hidden alleys,
on knees,
a stuffed mouth and moving head,
below these same skies,
masked men walk around,
in evil thoughts and same cruel intents,
harvester to farms they never sow,
different creatures of darkness,
a single universe yet many worlds,
worlds of crying children,
battered wifes,
hopeless men,
all in pursuit of something,
happiness,
riches,
peace,
even in the unwelcoming nights


©2011