A dark landscape of running figures.

Single hearts travel
lonely roads
to be recaptured
as the taste
of tomorrow waits.
With strings attached
the shattered silence breaks
from a crack in
a crystal ball.
Lonely hearts scramble
for the fugitive love
on the run as
the one that got away.
Until in a savage heartbeat
in the devil’s carnival,
death is the door prize
but not with a whimper,
the ballad of a ghost shouts
about a detour
on a road going nowhere
with a skeleton
on a string.