Shade,
shadows and light,
footsteps on broken glass down an alleyway,
and a dog barking loudly in the night,
and a man in black,
carrying a knife with a look of determination,
and evil in his eyes,
a look of hatred,
a look of bitterness,
and death on his mind,
headed into the darkness,
headed to kill,
headed for revenge if all goes right,
headed for death if not,
headed to assassinate someone he does not know,
but only by sight,
only by sight,
in the dark dark night,
where time crawls uneasily by,
and a man's mind is high on alert,
and high on drugs,
headed for a date with his fate,
and blood on his hands if everything goes to plan,
but death if not,
and no money to spend if he doesn't get it right,
in the shade,
and in the shadows and in the light,
as his footsteps on broken glass,
down an alleyway are heard,
and a dog barks loudly in the night,
and he walks along not silently at all,
and he has little thoughts in his mind,
except,
kill,
kill,
kill,
and thoughts of the blood to be spilled,
under the heavens and the starry skies,
and in the moonlight.
