I started writing poetry back when I was in high school, and I've been writing ever since. I even took a course on poetry writing in college. All told, I've written about 50 poems. Needless to say, these poems are mine and may not be distributed, duplicated, or used in any way without my prior permission. The white sliver of Diana's bow hangs behind an erie mist hovering in the night sky.
Halos surround the street lamps, and a siren wails from a few miles distant.
He walks out onto the streets. As the cool humid night, heavy with sin, swallows him whole, the camera pulls back to capture the city, and the American public goes for a snack. Little waves lapping, growing stronger. Excitement, mystery swims with the slowly intensifying tides. Crescendo levels off and fades away.