The London Dead End
Tis a hollowed place
This maze of hidden alleyways
Which in blackness bonds
To these rat infested cobble streets
Where the gas lit lamps betwixt the corners stand
With the lone Bobbies, statues upon their beat
London, a smoldering city of ashes
Falls, tranquil within the first of lunar light
But, looming darkness transforms
Becomes the she, of accomplice
As we, the brutes are once again
Reanimating in the midst of twilight
Kings on our own
With daggers and a flask of scotches
Domains amid the sacred ruin
And greed with gain
We are home among our friends
And in the dank corner pitch kingdom, we anticipate
From a realm dubbed “The Dead End”
Lush stumblers, streetwalkers or the naïve
To enter here, our law says you must pay the toll
Or pay the piper before you leave
Then, spirits bestow a courage
As my bony fingers raise with the blade
Unresistant to the temptation of foot fall innocence
That soon comes unto this way
Tis a lonely hollowed place
This maze…
Of streets and alleyways…
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