A Foggy Night On An Abandoned Wharf


Be mindful on your midnight stroll near the waterfront cool and dark, an inland fog like a dungeon of mist will leave you barren, desolate, and stark. Be careful where you place your feet, many wharf rats you will meet, they’ll be dragging maggoty fish heads into holes, or doing trapeze acts upon the slimy poles. Be mindful on your wayward walk, it’s easy to slip and fall and drown in the murky dock. ~ Poet Stoker




Bloody meat lies at my feet, come closer if you dare. There’s no thrill in a hard day’s kill when winter food is rare; razor sharp teeth and frenzied eyes warn others to beware. ~ Poet Stoker