The Daily Post prompt today is ‘stroll’
I stroll, walk
among the flowers,
beneath the trees,
along the river.
some brave men
and brave women
to abject depravity,
and though they died,
more came after
and drove the darkness away,
so I may stroll, walk
among the summer scents
On this day, the bells rang out,
The crowds cheered, and joy flowed in rivers,
But creeping inexorably into the light,
Its pale, white underbelly revealed,
Nameless and blind, the foul creature we had woken.
No bright lights, no embrace however tight,
No indiscriminate kissing of strangers,
Will ever dispel
That bloated face hiding in the shadows.
Out of the depths, did it croak,
The beast that cannot crawl back,
For we have plumbed the depths
And lit beneath arc lights its depravity.
When the wild, delirious laughter fades,
The only sound I hear
Is the mourners’ song for the dead.