by Richard Polk

Created on: October 21, 2009

Darkness overtakes the dusk blue sky

As bats begin their nightly flight

Standing alone in the middle of Lincoln St.

Drinking in all the misery and suffering

That stifles the night air

I smile and breathe

A sigh of contentment

For this is my "Happy place"

With scythe in hand

And hood in place

I move forward

Over flowing with the joy

That many more souls

Will be joining me tonight

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