Silence shroud through the empty street,
Various stores as night descend to greet.
Countless souls that slumber to bed
Of the simple lives remain instead.
Their dream then flow, thrive and grow,
They live their hopes a day to show
Wishes and chants for a better day,
As bright the sun of orange ray.
Its plaza remain, quiet and barren;
Distant stores that stand to brighten.
Cleaners appear to tidy the place,
Spotless from dirt without a trace.
For business holds success or defeat,
Common tools of trade of feat.
Yet every soul decide to make,
A choice defines to give or take.
For not far from the splendid granduer,
In the dark, infested, alley's demure.
Danger lurks beyond the decrepit dark
Where motion sets that place to mark.
A soul in dread, with sweat and tears,
He runs away to a threat he fears.
"Help!" He cried, panting for breath,
For the reaper comes before his death.
Seasons of fear crawl into his mind,
As he dashes to flee this accursed bind.
This narrow path of the snake-like maze
Turn his head to the back he gaze.
Little feet echoes throughout the wall,
The size that grows to ten-feet tall.
Wisp of sound to trail his tail,
Like rage of fans of wind and vale.
As the pale moon shines below the city,
Through cracks and edges of the alley.
The light reveals this frighten soul,
That laid his path and fateful goal.
Onyx fur, pearlish that shine,
Earthly eyes of brownish fine.
Not man, not large, but fiercely vigil,
A beast he is, a Tasmanian devil.
From twist and turn, the devil runs,
His clothes now shred, his face now stun.
His mind is shock, confuse with fear,
His ears then perk by the sound he hear.
'What have I done? What do I do?
Does this thing know the package too?
I need to get out, there must be a way.
I must warn the rest to keep them at bay'
Darkness shroud the palish moon,
Blindness breaks the alley room.
From there he felt the weather storm,
A fog appear in stranger form.
It grew and grew till ate the place,
His eyes are block without a trace.
From here, he stop, lost in the mist,
Trap in the maze with a thing so twist.
Devil in panic, rage from within,
He cannot hope to fight and win.
The choice is little to the exit he plan,
As fear of death at close at hand.
With each delay the monster pursue,
The nearest chance for a devil's due.
He made his chance between the thick,
But the fog prevails with its usual trick.
At the end the trail had left him cold,
As a wall emerge that stand so bold.
Corner at last of no chance to escape,
His day was sealed, he'd known his fate.
For the chance to flee was turn his back,
Retrace, retrace from where he track.
But the only thing that stand in his way,
Is the thing that trail his tail at bay.
Heart gone beat as fast he hear,
For he would face the dread he fear.
When darkness close the sound is heard,
Metal steps of the ethereal world.
A gray of glow, grim and faint,
Sharp-like eyes that known to taint.
Devil glimpse the thing he drew,
But what he saw, belief askew.
A giant rise through thick and plain
Its grayish eyes that glare with pain.
Its shrouded cloak, black like silk,
Its ancient mask that shroud their ilk
Grip in hold a staff of steel,
The tip it shine of yellow light surreal.
Heavy feet that give a pound,
As every step like thunderous sound.
Devil feel such dread , rising at the point,
His body now tense from the shoulder joint.
The sight he see, the giant approach,
Compare to him, he's nothing but a roach.
With no other way but to head on through,
Against a size that strange, no mammal he view.
But rather a monster from the children tale,
Who come to pick them up in the silent vale.
Without no thought, emotion, or plan,
He plunge himself toward the giant man.
As every speed excel to the beat,
That pass through its legs in an easy feat.
Devil smile with great success,
For he would escape this arduous mess.
But the giant man, mask in the shroud,
Would steal his chance of hope to be proud.
With the tip of its staff, glowing brightly than ever before,
The giant man smite the tip against the cold, stone floor.
A flow of energy that disperse the entire place,
Affecting all that it would cling like a blunt force mace.
Poor little devil, his time would come to an end,
For the wave of force shatter that he cannot comprehend.
For he would be free, exit by his reach,
Only to plummet down in a terrible screech.
Yet the Devil is vigilant, strong and stubborn,
He crawl his slumbered legs with a heart of iron.
And as he grasp the package, acceptance to failure,
He then turn the sight of his would be conqueror.
Its grayish eyes that beam at the beast,
Like a worth prize that is about to be feast.
In miraculous sight, the devil did not expect,
For the giant stumble to a knee and his hands erect.
The devil knew, at that moment, what it would seek,
For in his hand was the power, his chances are bleak
If this would be his end, then let fate be his judge,
For what he was about to do against this monstrous sludge.
With a single toss the package flies away,
As high as he could to let the giant astray.
By its distraught, the devil give himself at last
In a blinding light of fire and metal he cast.
BOOM! Explosion erupt the alley street,
Force and sound that alarm mammals to greet.
Chaos spreads to quell the fiery flame,
As the giant vanish to wherever it came.
For it would return beyond of mist and shadow,
To claim the one that they will to bestow.
Even if time would extend its present in the plane,
For it will return to its home with the item...remain...
