The Dark Alleyway...

Thud, thud, thud, comes the echoes arising from the footsteps;
In this dark alleyway, the young boy walks;
No light in sight, it's all pitch black;
Feeling his way ahead, with the help of the walls around him...

As with each step taken, rise the fear of the unseen;
As uneven footing, threaten to fell him down;
Up come the end, as few roads diverge;
At this juncture, confused, which road should he take?