One night in snow under streetlights

The long slow march

No destination designs

All dressed in black

for where hope resigns

Trust not to this

Trust not to that

Most tales are spiteful

the bitter lovers spat

Cast to the winds

with eyes left unseeing

to the long slow march

where you’re no longer being

Off to the cold beyond

past the streetlight’s orb

lost to the blackness

into the night absorb