the shadow....

dark blue
blue night
dark, dead...

quiet noise,
whispering blood...
dark blood

flows,
a wave
now a ripple

swells

music...
the guitar strums
a dirge-
mournful,
dull, clawing-
floats like a disembodied spirit...

the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume
the air fills with it...

blood drips...
the unmistakable sound
of death.

death smells
of mouldy cheese.

the dark shadow is on the move again,
invisible
in the dark blue
blue night...