By Alexis Child

Bathed in ghostly hue of gaslights,
I tread these cobblestone streets,
This quest could lead anywhere
but to death's despair,
My soul offers no resistance,


Haunted London is vigilant as her
shadows retreat,
Warm evening air trembles with fright,
Should secrets take flight like ghosts
in the night,


Tell, where have I been laid to rest?
Never fear one haunting less,
Content to roam amongst the dead,
>From here to eternity I lay my head.

copyright 2001, Alexis Child