The Gallows Hill Mob


the night leaned back into the shadows,
as the Gallows Hill mob
made their way down the Kelvin Road.
Dead dogs slinked off silently,
bad childer cowered in their cupboards,
the fine mist turned to fog fiends.
The grey of their trails just visible,
there in that other dimension.
Fear alive in the black of night,
ghosts striding
stalking on swirls of fright.