Shadows pacing me on a long walk home as the green grass whispered the narrative. Fall igniting a casualty of dead leaves shuffling under my feet. Inhaling ice cold air through thick morning fog awakening my shallow heartbeat. My mind Painting pictures of last night’s even fall crimson moon and the hell fires that burned across town and remembering the desolate feeling to watch a brave soul sprint into Hell fire and Brimstone to rescue a loved one. Watching the little kids frozen cold along the front yard of the house with death’s icy fingers within grasp. Occupying my side as i stood under a corner tree looking on , a large kindly Doberman braced against me as he buried his nose inside the warm palm of my hand. Even now as I walked he followed alongside me treading quickly as curb sides attacked one after another , we escaped.

With a cigarette in hand I listened to the cries of cop cars paranoid with a watchful eye. The streets withdrawing of something intrinsic as I’m reminded of a fabliau I had once read. A twelfth century poetic genus inscribed deep in the cortex disinterring old vagabond rituals I played a part to and it brought me in a little deeper to this exact moment. Me and the Doberman entwined as the lead characters in mother nature’s dark love letter.

The stygian night’s skylight was forgiving to my evanescing gloom allowing the city’s harlequins to be my guide back home. The Doberman my sullen friend with world-weary eyes at my side. An outcry en souls a chill through my spine as I’m cautious and treading steadily in pure silence. I’m bewitched by estranged dark alleys at this point in the running game as I see flashing lights. This dooms man like a murderous facient hell bent on my capture , is now gaining on me or so I think. Running fast , running hard. Needing a quick and quiet hiding spot . I’m a paranoiac under these aphotic basement steps in observance of wickedness that stalks me waiting instilled ready to break loose. A doorway runs adjacent from me a few feet as my getaway , I bolt. Climbing up and down those wood-rotted steps soundly like smoke on water and It feels forever in purgatory until I find my way through the other side. So weary by now my heart sways on. 

A moment of aphasia slits my throat carnifying my words into my tongue and making me surrender unwilled. I laugh in hedonistic reaction as pain has always allowed me to do so. My brain wires must be reversed. Briefly sitting and resting a moment resenting the Agnes dei I wear tattooed across my chest and damning this contrition feeding my guilt. Passion Intensity and Conviction is my requiescat I really should abide to in times like this. Dagan , The God of the Earth ,  resides in these incursive streets playing cat and mouse with a fear of playful vengeance. Time is short and again I’m running scared with the hardy Doberman beside me and hells ride on our asses. breathless and restless , Sighing softly for a last drag of a quick cigarette and an end to this don’t-open-till-doomsday predestination