Wandering the shadow world
Where you left me, cold
No map, no weapon for a fight

Zigzagging, avoiding sharp streetlights
I’m now a spy for the shadow world
Undetected and unheard

My hood keeps me out of sight
My heart is buried in the old
cemetery down by the docks

Plan my escape, take flight
Running out of time to save my soul
But I’ll race against your demon clocks




(Image1:IanCarroll/Flickr, 2:MWeiss-art/deviantart)