Spend enough time in 

the dark and your soul begins

to adjust to it 

The chrysanthemums 

encrusted in ice still have 

a semblance of charm 

Adjust the lens and 

learn what you thought was the root 

goes much much deeper 

The train hurtles through 

the night and in the darkness  

ahead someone waits 

Bitterness may be 

what the recipe needs when

things are just too sweet 

Ghosts come a-haunting  

at four in the morning when

sleep evaporates 

 Halloween seems so

staid as real monsters roam the

streets with bloody hands