regret

purple night
wandering amid
the amber light
sitting in the dead
man's chair
soft silky hair
abiding in a life
of wicked strife
terrified

running hiding
someone will see

a perverse stillness

wafting over me.

treasures of light

lost to the night

memories fleeting

despair now greeting

a hapless waif
gingerly seeking
the loving hands
that give no more
strictly speaking
loves dead whore