The Night Prowler

At peace midnight he blew his whistle Down the street he walks alone Followed behind by his own shadow He makes the dark aware not to be lone. There he steered by the chromatic moonlight And fight against those felony psychs He palisades by his valiance so intent Yet he never abscises his pride. Once he acquaints with the shadow of his own And once he portrays the shush of the street Once he co-occur with the beggars penury And once he scouts the homing boozier. He meets with the world unspoken by us And augurs the dormant cursed by the veil He is blessed by the mighty of his nous And devour the dark by the power of his soul. Beguiles his journey by the yowl of the owl Enriched by the wrawl of the embryos Befriendly he enured the life so perverse Fruitfully he lives with the liberty of his own. Followed behind his own shadow He deserves the world to see all alone Yet he never abscises his pride Down the street he blew his whistle lone. -----------------------x---------------------------