Better than the night, its shadows from artificial light
do capture more than mood and tone; more than our
little homage to the bountiful French New Wave movies
we soaked our innocence in.
I, the rogue–the antagonist in long, dark trench coat
followed you through jump-cuts and past stone walls.
You, the knife-edged lady in bangs and black bowtie
falling down tunnels and climbing back up ladders.
This is the short of a long, long intermission.
K. Shawn Edgar | Goth Trench | Mash Cadet | Crypt Keeper