His Dark Side Speaks; After Dark

After dark, crept silent into misty mountain park.

Children’s climbing frame eerily jutting out of grassy knoll, silent, chamber echo of children playing, deathly absent.

Shadows splayed distant gust trees swaying.

Walk to frame, body drained.

Single one arm pull up pulls up tired strength full.

Head bowed black hood crowned.


Vacant park cemetery hollow dwelling vacuum void inside.

I am cold. I am empty. Lost myself. Come find.


One Response to “His Dark Side Speaks; After Dark”

  1. Welcome back my friend. Even Batman needs to leave the cave once in a while.

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