Armies of the NightA Poem by Michael KnightWatched "The Warriors" and this is what came out.
Schools out at 11
Congregation is a must Isolation is a distrust Go home at 7 Everything starts to kick at 12 They stay together, they represent colors All are loaded, they hide very well Like Indians, invisible in plain sight You may know a freak, a vampire, or night crawler They are in the business of oblivion Everyone has been forgotten, the only attention is given by the street lights, shining on them They patrol, take the train, dwell in the alleys Eyes as far anyone can imagine Hear the slightest beat anywhere The power, the aura of the night © 2012 Michael Knight |
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