Child of Man



Barefoot

unkempt

ragged clothes and runny nose

Huddled for warmth in the darkened doorway

Through a prismed curtain of falling snow

the urchin's eyes are remembered best



Night unparalleled

Cold

beyond bitter frosted winter chill

A place where only demons dance



Spawned

not in Satan's Hell

but horrors of the mind



Eyes

that have never known humanity


~Teri~