Dark lanes, after hours, a wet alley,
Wild search with wide eyes. Probably
A wasteful fear gripping the soul,
Slippery ground, touchy heart drumming
Wild against the psyche. The holes
Pitiless pits in shadows, humming
The knell, beckoning to a new role.
Don a hideous robe, dark
With an all-consuming lamp
Stand and ruin, embark
The ship of reek, of damp
Fortunes gone shipwrecked.
Wild wild wind, mercy!
Scarce scarce, faulty tread
On a path so lonely..pity!
What do I do? What is left?
-surrender surrender!!
Why? Am I so bereft?
-are you not, you pretender!
Evil, gone worse, down the cleft.
Remorse now, then surrender.
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