"Signed", by DarthEye
There, where the alley takes the wrong turn,
and where the street light slightly dims,
where stupid moths in buzzing bonnets burn,
and where the night the shadows ankle rims.
Where dirty thoughts your soul do enter in,
that sadness deepens stand and gait and ground,
there live the beings with the inked skin,
to grim and grunge and foulness bound.
But Xene! Stay there for a while, a little-
and stare into what ye think might be dark,
there will be end to slobber and to spittle-
you stand agape when you see the spark...
there lies a fire with a mind awarming ember,
if you where signed, you could remember.