The X4 Route to Bracknell

The cityscapes we wander through at night

Are foreign from the sights we see in days,

More alien.  We pass a neon site

That we have never noticed in the maze

Of roads that aren’t a maze in morning hours.

Streets loom as Hallowe’en-like in the dark.

This darkness gives normality the powers

To change itself to eeriness.  A park

Once just a common green becomes a black

Threat since transmogrified to something like

The coffin of an ebony shellac

Around a vampire longing for that spike.

..Familiar things hulk, hijacked by a gaunt

….God who has yet to conjure how to haunt.