Sinister : on, to, or toward the left-handed side

She walks down the side street in her own way,
Dressed all in black and avoiding the day,
Keeping to the left side where shadows dwell,
Although it’s darkened she knows the way well.
Short stairs leads to two doors close together,
Quickly unlocks the left one and enters.
Shutting the steel plated black painted door
She has with stealth returned back home once more.
Not that anyone was watching for her,
But unnoticed is what she would prefer.

Once there was a time to walk the bright side
When all of life had a joyous light side,
And she thought she was walking the right side,
But times change,
Rearrange,
And the bright day turns into dark of night,
When darkness is safer than the sunlight,
And instead of the joy of being seen,
They find you to hurt and be mean,
You learn what a fool you’d been
And then start staying in,
The bright forgot,
Becoming not,
Sinister,
That’s her;
Gone.