He destroys something beautiful
Like us, he commits a grave sin
Like us, he has a demon within
His ugliness is indisputable
Who is this grave sinner?
This phantom of the night?
We see him, then take flight
Wherever we go, he lingers
We fade into the night
Watch us drift away
Our disappearance ever so slight
Please, don’t be afraid
We return in the morning
But fade again in darkness
Nighttime is for mourning
In skies always starless
Spiral of blue smoke
Drifts in the blackest of nights
My mind is at peace
We snake thru the glorious night,
red lights shining in angry eyes
searching for honey that’s in the
blood-fields, the tundra that’s
thawing as spring comes upon us
like hell-fire visions –
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Cold wind blows in the
dark night, as trash cans tumble
in a lonely street
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Here’s another graphic art piece I created on Canva. The original photo was taken in Philly in the spring of 2020 when the pandemic first hit. I distorted the image and shapes to turn it into a “Nightmare Alley.” I like how the image in the center almost looks like an alien spaceship or something you’d see in a science fiction movie.
