A dog is barking in the alleyway
As the boys in the hoods come out to play
The moon shines bright in the late evening sky
Yet all is still dark where the kids come to die
Masked in faces of loathing and hate
They move ever-closer towards their fate
Not a sound in the air, as one draws his blade
His mind is made up, the debt must be paid
One lunge, then nothing, the boy falls to his knees
And through the red cloud of mist he sees,
A blood-stained knife pulled out of his chest
And then, nothing, he is finally at rest.



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you are absolutely right Miyako73...well perhaps am I amongst the mediocre but doesn't matter - you said true.
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