City of the Damned
another poem
A shadow moves with grace
Slow and confident
Within the darkness
Of this street
Long and winding
Like a frigid vein
In this disgusting city
There are no treasures left here
Many dreams have found their graves here
And none who settle here
Will leave
This city
Is of course
The city
Of
The damned
Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw