the spirits slink back
into the darkness
the veil closes, a hush
time ticks on, until next time
Are you a writer? I can help you.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
the spirits slink back
into the darkness
the veil closes, a hush
time ticks on, until next time
Are you a writer? I can help you.