his jagged edges strike fear
into your heart as your draw near
the dark of his broken alley
holds the end of many

blanketed in the winter snow
blinded from what lies below
for many have found
broken feet upon this ground

on this path you will find
a fading sense of time
as he draws you in
through lights growing dim

he lets out a gentle whisper
of where he left her
he calls out your name
but you refuse his game