The London Dead End

Tis a hallowed place... This cobbled maze of alleyways Which bond these rat infested streets Yet, gas lamps lit, stand betwixt the corners And lone Bobbies patrol beneath their feet London, A littering city of homeless ashes Falls shameful underneath the moon’s pathetic light The darkness is the seductress... soon to be accomplice As the hooligans, once again reanimate in mist of twilight Scruff tooth kings of domains, self proclaimed The dagger and a pocket flask, two most closely guarded friends And in the dank corner pitch kingdom, we anticipate From a realm dubbed “The London Dead End” Lush stumblers... Streetwalkers or simply naïve Entry here, our law says you must pay the toll Or pay the piper before you leave I partake of liquid courage And then I set my blade To foot falls around corners this way come… Among this lonely blackened place... This maze… Of streets and alleyways… Paved over each eve with lost shadows Never again... to witness a morning sun