Midnight March

Of all the horrors that roam the night

take heed of all that corrode thy sight

falling snow wraps around street lights

and the evil stalks the streets a'fright

vines entangle 'round roses blood red

perched upon a chapel steeple

wings cloak eyes upon thy head

distant bells sing through the absence of people

crowds of ghosts leave not a print

on winter ground freshly laid

eyes cast down with not a hint

of prices that must be paid

heads pointed towards a moonless sky

ask not one nor two

questions as to the reason why

they must walk this avenue

of never ending neon bulbs

brightening puddles upon every step

static buzzing through erected skulls

that down the street they intercept

marching through all hallows night

the dead gait with ease

through all the horrrors that corrode thy sight

that no mortal should ever see