Parkdale Poet Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Parkdale poet

Roams deserted streets

In the midnight hour

Searching for lonely souls

Stealing a minute or two

To penetrate the heart

The howling moon

Now beckoning

Monstrous black walls

Stained with dried blood

And graffiti

Art for poet

Moon's searchlight

Casting shadows

Spirits unknown

Souls deserting

Stealthily he walks

Them to their grave home

And shows the secret