Ballad of the Street Lamps (Landmark Series 1)

Ballad of the Street Lamps

The ancient street lamps already foretold,

The legend of a maiden and a man,

Whose red string they pulled together,

Reached the spotlight—where their story began.

She was a maiden with a rainbow smile—

He was a man drowned with his own rain—

She was no doubt his pot of gold,

And the light when he was down the drain.

Together they danced their love in the moonlight,

For the street lamps to flicker in glee,

"A kiss on the lips of this fine maiden!"

As what is foretold by the ancient story.

But, no! The next page of the legend was torn,

By the jealous and obsessive boogeyman,

Lurking beyond the reach of the street lamps,

And there, he killed their love in a span.

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Date started: May 03, 2020

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