A good night for walking, I think

When the moon hides its face from me

And the streets are choked with fog,

Trapping my footsteps with silent echoes

As I go about my way.

Houses become monstrosities

That slouch, motionless as they sneer

At me with glowing rectangle eyes,

The madness they hold evident as

Shadows that move behind them.

In human form they try to lure me in,

Like deep sea fish that cast their glow

Across alien terrain, fathoms beyond

My ability to comprehend, tiny points

Of light in a sunless world.

But I dwell in a madness of my own

And cast no shadow behind snuffed

Out eyes that have long since turned

Glassy and cold, the moonless fog

A dead ocean through which I swim…

END

“Night Walk”