cloaked in darkness, she walks the city
seeking company among the dead,
the wide-eyed lunatics, the indifferent,
they calm the voices in her head.

she hands them coins and sometimes stories,
of lovers lost and true loves found,
tales of lives so full of promise,
but of their truth, none abound

and as she walks each night, i await her,
to be regaled of tales, maybe even a poem
of lovers lost to the grip of insanity,
praying one day her words will guide me home

Daily Prompt – Darkness