Dark, brooding, moody
Run down and anarchical
Crowded, foreign, new
Collecting, scouting
Navigating the wastes, keen
Searching for treasures
Treasures to reuse
Treasures to repair, refresh
Treasures recycled
Sorting, filtering
Staying inconspicuous
Untold potential
Potential danger
Bristling, omnipotent
Potent denizens
Blend, intermingle
Float, glide, shroud, and misdirect
Arrive, safe haven
An old face, same voice
Different feelings, gestures
Ready to explore
A disguise, a fit
A blue and black masquerade
Foreign, to blend in
A smile, a tout
Conjuring your own costume
Complementary
Down the open hatch
Looking up, waiting, patient
Old flickering lights
Concealing, shrouding
Both magicians in own right
Becoming ghostly
Trailing very close
Avoiding crowded contact
Roaming the night streets
A noise, commotion
A closed place that shouldn’t be
A docile arrest
Glancing, moving on
As if nothing had occurred
Bristled, all the same
Stop, a broken path
Detached ribbons, still floating
A dark pit below
Lining up behind
All frozen, ready to fall
Awaiting collapse
Propelling forward
Latching on, becoming one
Conjure and hover, fly
Extending ribbons
Stretching forwards as it sinks
Relatching, saving