Barely living through the dance of night

Tiger-stripe trapeze in savage growl

 

Swiss diligence with eerie eyes

 

From corridors of incandescence

To alleyways of guttered candles

Room with nothing but lonely memories

 

Ghosts, horror, the present, the past.

Everything changes. Nothing changes

Memories and wishes.

 

Two children play in the ashes

Where I the fire was once there.