A Beauty and the Beast poem - Vincent's midnight walk
The hour is late and the City sleeps,
All except I who turns my head to the luminary clock in the sky,
These midnight walks in the park were once my salvation,
They once set my soul free from the everyday settings of a world
under thee.
But now you are gone, torn away from my sight by the cruelty
of those who walk in the light.
I walk in shadow, veiled in darkness, a bitter chuckle escapes me
as I see the unfair irony in that.