Her eyes become bat wings
during a nightmare of tourturous...

Franny, the old dog
perches herself to the tree...

The devil dances close to midnight,
floating upon walls where the lonely gather...

She painted tinsel in the dark
as demons stripped her soul...

Aching souls scatter
Nearby alleys clatter...

Courage
to walk alone...

She lived within a cave dwelling
past few years or so...

Repetitive emotions
scatter like squirrels...

She began starving long ago
standing alone, frozen from head to toe...

Upon a night so cold and dreary
feeling life drain, making me teary...

I hear broken syllables
mixed with chaotic traffic...

It's all in how the leaf falls
as breezes swift, silently...