The Soldiers

The soldiers in the dusk of winter

Patrol the blackened empty streets.

Picking up passersby’s one by one

Convincing them to join their hallowed ranks.

“Join or die” they say with bellyful laughs.

All drunken with lust and pain

There numbers grow with the night

Until the sun rises again to unveil

Their army of arrogance and anarchy.

The few who hide within the shadows of day

Bare witness to the crashing turn of the tides

Gazing perfectly at imperfect sights.

Alone they are in a city crowded

Colliding with the ghosts of yesterday.

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