Mightier Than the Sword

Poets in the dark, blood their lifeblood spark spill the blackest bean, of life's aspect unseen. Night and neon stream light the alleys low, the shadow cabaret from homeless drunk soiree. Cats eyes flicker dim amongst the feline din, of women and their way from punters whom must pay. And enter this world you, the explorer in the night. The pages turn your own, but bones our right to fright.
- Nathan J.D.L. Rowark