Piracy

The mark of the beast swept in

With a crimson spray vessel

A lonely widow, a young couple

The blackness  swept

While we slept

A  ghostly finger came sweeping

Across the brick yards.

Agnostic, Acrostic, shameful ways.

Now the dusk owl is perched

Upon his lamb

Seeking to consider whom he might find

A boy scout flashlight in hand.

Gangs, graffiti, munchkins all

Nary a fear

As he trembles.

Not to be jittery  

Of the red smears

Or the jeers

As the night prey

Crumbles.