Deep dark tensile pulsations — dance beats lingering over wine & cigarettes & promises of sex — become the metronome — and the soundtrack — of the night,

Electrocuting the senses and piercing through the screams of passion and delight.

Paperdoll facades burn like cigarette embers –

Raw, burning brightly like a beacon in the night,

And through the haze of elixirs,

The attack of the dragon’s claw rabidly stings its way through, with all of its might.

The city’s underbelly is ripped open, and now lies exposed

Its throbbing entrails are the guts of the problem, and have begun to decompose.

The glare of the streetlights change the drama to black and white

The characters step out from the film noir drama and exit stage right.

Their footprints leave a trail of shadows in the pale moonlight,

As the backdrop suddenly switches to a screen of navy blue midnight.

The faces of Melpomene and Thalia reflect a bit differently now than they did in the

soft glow of the evening twilight.

The steam rises from indiscernible manhole covers, writhing like a snake in the searing heat,

It fights to escape, hitting hard, barely skipping a beat.

Shadow actors hit their marks as they step into the glaring spotlight,

They move like invisible chess pieces, not giving in to the fight.

Mistaken impressions, the things we’ll never tell,

Travelling the empty highways, and then on to Erebus, past the hounds of Hell.

The hour has grown weary, and now quickly approaches the early daylight,

And even the black cats stand out against like ink blots against the harsh, cold, broad daylight.