You see me in the alleys
you do not know my name
the blackness exudes in me
to me it's all the same
yet in my heart I have a secret
a beast as of yet untamed
His mane is made of orange and red
his shoulders pale brown
and wild white electric light
sits upon his crown
he basks all day
in black and grey
and knows not harm nor blame
and me I'm sideways on the steps
the keeper of the flame
My crossword puzzles do confuse
the lines are drawn so straight
that there is no suitable excuse
when angels make mistakes
but humans are not saints
and there is a swinging gate
and softer somewhere
in the shadows of a summer lane
I hope that he like me is still
the keeper of the flame