Crazy crack-addled pedestrians, like dancing skeletons on Walt Disney's broken black and white visions.
Peering eyes roll over like stones, exposing the moisture beneath the callous surface, shifting back as Death begins to dine on your sands of time.
A harbinger was said to come tonight, night.
A harpsichord cricks and creeps through the cold soulless streets, no lights.
As was said by the Devil, Darkness was Hell of a town. - The place Death was said to dwell.