«I'm here» he said in a voice so still.
«I heard» she said, «with TIME to kill.»
The street slept silent in darkened dread,
All post lamps cracked & lightbulbs bled.
For they all shuddered when he walked
& burst in RAPTURE when he stopped.
He could not help it; he was born
Of humming wires & thunderstorms.
She could not see his face, his door
Not for 13 years or evermore.
A barber's razor to seal the deal
Would leave his throat naught to feel.
& in the ALLEYS where angels dealt
On his knees he bowed & knelt,
ALL FLAGS flying for nothing less
Nothing more than lavish dress.
Humble Narrator:
Endless moonlight casts long shadows
Upon two hoods, riding far...
Past berry fields of bony gallows;
A LONG & WINDING road.
Mr. Hood (to self):
& Death himself is fast asleep.
I hear clicking, sighing, distant seas.
On the starboard the Stranger's bike it creeps.
O tell me Echo, who doth this be?
Lady Hood (to self):
Who is this Rider who shares my way?
& where did THIS ENDLESS ROAD begin?
Alas, on THIS PATH I shall stay
& see my Demons to the end.
Mr. Hood (to self):
THE PATH diverges up ahead.
A Phantom beckons me with needle, thread-
The COLD RIGHT PATH I shall tread
Until I wake or slumber dead.
Lady
