The pavement passed beneath me,
The cracks avoid my feet,
Two people meet along the path,
And blistering cold, all three.
One pulled The Knife upward, shout!
I stopped so deathly still,
The cracks began to shine The Red,
His shivering stopped, no doubt.
The knife, deadly, frightened all,
A Devil’s silver tongue,
Short, and sharp, and glist’ning bright,