...that I begin my day...

It’s only when the city sleeps that I begin my day,

When daylight shuts her weary eyes and shadows come out to play,

When vampires, ghouls, and werewolves chew...upon the stuff of dreams,

That is when...I emerge...to unzip life’s hidden seams,

Assasins hide in corners high, and lovers in alleys low,

I bide my time, with the moon’s sweet lies, her echoing silver glow,

Waiting for the moment, dear, when you tiptoe away,

Escaping from the burdens of the sunlit Apollo day...

Chariots of Hades, run these streets at night,

Drivers with chains of stolen wheat, with empty socket sight,

I am their director, their River Stygian guide,

I am all there is to know and love, when you surf this broken tide...

Another place, another crime, another perfect rhyme,

To quench the thirst of ones so lost, as they swim the sands of time,

They hunt with dewy eyes that cry, tears of golden glass,

You’d better make the moment count, before this moment’s passed.

Thanks for the challenge!

@chainedinshadow