A lady of the night, she silently walks.
Haunting as the moon, she waits.

She stalks.

Behind the crumpled shadows of an alley,
Naked men are sleeping, unaware.

Keeping faith in guardians of rusted steel,
They hold onto life, praying, hoping.

She yearns.

In a world that holds no meaning.
For a future that isn't real.

She hungers.

Beneath the ground lies the morrow.
Like a lost memory, its spirit bleeds.

Ghosts till their ashes into the soil,
Under cover of darkness, reaping sorrow.

She feeds.