The Mystery of London

A Poem by Courtney

I took a trip out to London today-- I'm out in England for the week!-- So I came up with this on my bus ride back to my sister's flat :) Cheers! :P

Each chiseled crevice of your skeleton
Creates need for greater understanding
Of how each decadent morning the sun shines,
Even through the thick, ashen fog that clings

To the soul of all who experience
The bleak and dreary, winter London nights.
Each alleyway is laced with the incense
Of mist, detected under the street lights.

Alas, all shall remain a mystery.
Only the creator himself can know
The natural powers that there may be
Masked by the statue's carved shadow.

The findings of man are washed by the rain;
To no avail. The mystery remains.