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Thursday, September 20, 2012

HOW DEEP IS THE NIGHT






No place to hide
When Selene in on the prowl
She knows all the shadows
There’s no secret unseen by her eye.

City streets offer no sanctuary
The mingling crowd parts to expose
Every eye follows the hunted
Pointing fingers in the night.

Music creeping thru the still air
Like vipers hissing tongues
Neon lights beckon zombies
Last call for a pint of poison.

Dodging entangled echoes of
Lovers’ whispers & screams
Side stepping consciousness
I slip into the dream…

©Feb, 24, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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