Looshkin

Slip quietly into the shadows,

A spectre in disguise.

This has been educational,

But you never could express yourself,

Properly,

And my patience wore through long ago.

Paint yourself a better picture,

The one you hold is cracked,

And faded,

And I can't see the sense in this.

Keep your eye open.

It comes,

When you least expect it.

The fear,

Will die,

Among these concrete monoliths,

And down a faded back alley.

TAG.

You're it.

By Ben Jones