In the signs of dawn,
In the sighs of light,
The morass yawns like the pits of hell.
The flash and the glitter,
The cash and the meter,
a fading memory,
The shadows deepen.
The clock growls out its chimes,
like an engine on rocket fuel.
A dash of lime, a pinch of salt
She revels in the adrenaline,
She starts to run in the shadows.