Red Night

The shortest hand struck the seventh hour.

So solo, so solitary;

A notice being given.

Against logic

Darkness seemed to thicken around them

As they slowly strolled

Around the same corner.

Strings sang out,

A street musician.

The sea sounds.

And the sinking stink of fish.

The silky summer breeze weaved

It was so warm.


Their synchronized legs carried them on


The world summoned them forth,


A sickening feeling of something wrong,


Up the hill, up the mountain


The knights of the night,



It was like a picture.

Two men in black

Rounded another end

And there

In red she was strewn,

On the cobblestones.

Arms outstretched,

She trumped the world.

This was no wonderland.

They swore.

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