Spectres

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound He pulls the spitting high-tension wires down Helpless people on subway trains Scream, bug-eyed, as he looks in on them He picks up a bus and he throws it back down As he wades through the buildings towa

Through the shimmer on this cold alley paving See the moonshine painting the ground Cobble stones keeping tales that remain untold More than ages old Brewing mist like a shroud on the damp floor Hear it whisper lucidity away Ornate cold is the king o

That night her kiss told me it was over I walked out late into the dark The misty gloom seems to soak up my sorrow The further I went on I felt a spreading calm Then suddenly my eyes were bathed in light And the lovely lady in white was by my side Sh