Candles flicker in the growing cold,
Streets are barren, growing old.
An eerie chime sounds from a bell,
All alone, where the shadows swell.
The brilliant moon sits in the sky,
As luminescent clouds float by.
Wind blew in as darkness fell,
All alone, where the shadows swell.
Changing colors fall to the ground,
Silence is the only sound.
Specters break loose from their hell,
All alone, where the shadows swell.
Along the path, creeping, crawling,
Unseen, silent, and slowly falling.
All alone, there I dwell,
All alone, where the shadows swell.
~yours truly~
salvador bishop