It

In the frills

Through the gills

It bubbles up

On a corner

Trampled cobblestones

Pre-emptively whispers

Stitched stains

Pensively lead them  

To relentless fervour

Pining pines

Blushing vines

Delinquency and humour

It poses back to

Interact while the sirens

Convolute

A formless form

Desperate to fuse

Into the vigil mind

It touches the night

And colours it blind

Heedless flocks of raven

Plunge in to save the

Chosen and the naïve

In unkempt sanity

One faces oneself

All so it can feed

Behold the night

Disapproving eyes

For it has come to

Steal