It was timely! The meeting of the other crowd.

From rolling stones

to knuckle stones,

the bits and pieces,

a decayed mind

dancing by the moonlit shadows

reflecting through your hallucinatory windows.

And what steps beyond the grave

but tales of the unexpected,

just rot and ruins

where a dead soul cast

is in need of urgent repair.

While the ancient sorcerers

have come to town

in a gathering of darkness

of hollow eyes;

teeth chatter as 

echoed thoughts hunger

along the trail of coffin path,

coercing the mists of deception

to keep floating in the night.

While insanities are entangled

in the physiology of cobwebs,

the fangs of terror awaits

fear breaks the gossamer thread,

the fly escapes....

it was timely,

the meeting of the other crowd.