dark paths

some will never get there

along sordid smooth surface

vile with mud soaked through the soles

and darkness pervading angelic souls

where dead leaves come in a variety of shapes and shades

divergent from the view of a mild day –

silvery shining spikes of gloom –

others nurture and take pictures through and through

for where there is throng there is light

I prefer to walk with crows

they told me the most incredible stories

those that cause blood to curdle in the veins

scaring children and gradually taking away peace

I grew familiar with their grim

as everyone has a dark side

revealed when the sun is still out

holding the most prominent signs

then you recognise the real fraud

narcissists, barnacles, boners, extortionists

the world’s hearty canvas is full of them

they tend to retreat to the vicinity of their own crowd

trying to deny and cover all their crimes

with smooth talk throwing a smooth throw

over everything shaded bit by bit

to avoid admitting their true nature

the one they usually hide at the heart of it

smooth lies appear with smooth dirt

from the one they later leave

sad cases related to this story

no one will forget until their glory

will fade away when exposed to light

the one that slandered The Right

and The Left are left behind

in the cold murmur resonating from the neighbouring abodes