CAMELOT FANTASIES

COBBLESTONE NIGHT

Dark is the night, as it creeps on in.
Creatures live on in, the shadows ov the light.
The loneliness sprite, is desperation ov the sin.
What it had once been, secretion is ov the plight.
Delusional is the fight, in the darkness to win.
The luv ov our sins, are in the beautiful rights.
Alley lights, chasing the cobblestone twins.
Peaceful to be in, are the fractured sights.
Whispers ov the blight, tenses from within.
Drifting softly across the skins, is s mist ov dark spite.
Creating haunting lights, from the ghostly violins.
Capricious is it's sins, flickering amongst it's candle bright.
Creeping in from the night, dark mists ov it's discipline.