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Misty air in the black alleys.

Warm breath seen under green city lights.

Skinny black cats linger after my trail of black smoke

and lick the beaded raindrops off my trench coat.

The stroke of midnight

and the nocturnal break through the hollow earth

and into my misty ally enters the strangest creature ever birthed.

His dripping jet black hair thrown over his face

his tight, black PVC pants with his shoulders hunched over

with eyes fixed on moving the ground beneath him.

He asks coldly if I know where danger is.

A seductive laugh breaks the surface.

Sure I know where danger is.

It’s waiting deep in the city

dressed in all black and

pretty.

Pretty sure it knows what it wants.

Pretty sure it knows how to get it.

With an ice cold stare

and a hypnotic voice

waiting for a victims desire

waiting for the blood

eager for the kill.

Oh yes, I know where danger is.

Now please, your life

if you will.