You know by heart what you have yet to touch.

Words, words, words,

real and otherwise.

Steps of tourists’ feet,

carrying tales through time.

Chill in ancient echoes,

shattering temples,

cosmos holds the echo.

Nightbird sings;

dark sonnets, white noise,

monsters and the monstrous,

darkness drawn into void.

Vision light on change,

chain of evil, the Devil’s plague.

Keep them guessing,

tis no place for the faint.

Darkened room,

foot next to foot,

arm around waist.

Twenty four frames,

blew lines mid-air

and they flew away.

Hearts led by street-lights;

I change out of grey,

black isn’t the colour

of nightshade.

Silence settles

restlessness,

pulse settling

on new rhythm.

Head not spinning,

I want to wake,

saved from dread,

a heavy fate.

Step towards,

I’m on my way.