The Gaslight District

A poem of eternal death.

 

The Gaslight District

Under the fiery flickering lights of

The gaslight district he roams in his black cape,

His devilish wiles are to make your flesh,

Brittle bones and salty blood his pleasant home

To his eternal soul for just a few hedonistic decades,

Until he’s ready for a new and more handsome model.

 

His polished steps quicken as you try

Your best to steal away from him,

But he slyly drifts from the steam

Grids of the street to make his

Final descent onto your black brimmed hat skull,

His sharp teeth gnash into your flesh to

Create his own bloody portal into your

Muscular flesh body to slowly kill your soul.

 

Author's Note

I was inspired by San Diego's Gaslight district.