The Alleyway

A place on the street,

Dark as night with the vampire looking for meat,

The passage of fear and macabre,

The darkness s prominent in this alleyway,

Lonely as a dog and Machiavellian as a shark,

Where the garbage bins wait and allow in the dark,

The wind blows the cans and they rattle away,

The bloodsuckers waiting for you to stray,

The alleyway will whisper out your name,

Don't listen! Else your mind will be used to play a game,

But still it's a place on the street,

Dark as night with the vampires looking for meat,

Be careful, go away! Your soul they'll want to snatch,

Don't just stare as the alleyway wait for you to get attached.