They sit around a fire
Talk of what used to be
How they'd feel alive
When they travel carefree,
Some are on the run
From a dark past
How they'd lost a love
They thought would forever last.
So they passed the bottle
Of whiskey around
Stare as a moth hits the flame
Dies making a snapping sound.
A new one joined their ranks
Not that long ago
Poetry was his trade
Dark Night's a name they'd know.
Hey Dark Knight
Write a poem for me
Make it dark
Dark and scary.
With pencil in hand
He begins to write
About a dark
Mysterious night.
There was no light
That they could view
Not even a moon to see
Their Mulligan stew.
Suddenly there
Came an evil moan
This told them all
They were not alone.
The Dark Knight knew
Twas a demon seeking
Out a bloody treat
For this demon sought
Addicts to eat.
When you try to hide
Your addiction from family
Twill soon be in the open
Addictions Secret for all to see.
JJSweets 28Sept19 19:11 hrs
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