When you walk,
look with eyes adrift.
Sometimes you see
the shadows shift.
People who you
wouldn’t normally
notice. They usually
just dissolve out of focus,
but in some twisted glances,
glimpsing in the darkness
as it advances, you will see
their otherworldly dances.
Walk the pathways
where your feet
don't usually traipse,
and sometimes you will see,
where the darkness meets
the blank void beneath.
People disappear
seemingly into
the thin air we breathe.
They disappear
when no doorway is near.
The ghostly echoes
of yesterday,
floating into ye olde tyme buildings,
now glass and concrete,
but in older days, housing
and hostelries so fine.
These streets,
blood seeped into their pores.
Built on so many tears.
Lost to times advancing years.
These streets hide so much more,
they hold the ghosts
in their forgotten memories,
walking where pathways used to be.
Screaming in tormented eternal agony
at the wretched hive of villainy
that has replaced their peaceful home
over the centuries.
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