Rest, ye Children of Chaos

 
shuffling on
on cemented path
meandering on flower garden
roses red pink and white
on wire arches
unnoticed unseen unappreciated
hallowed ground unhollowed ever more

they moved on unheeding
of glamour glitz around
ignoring neons focused on colourful beauty
sealing tired countenance
of overused whores
they shuffled on

for home they knew
was calling
prompted by dark call
come home children of the night
spawns of demons and crossroad souls

into the abyss
they descended
to rest until they're called
again to mischievous
prank on unsuspecting world