Dark Alley

I was walking to a dark alley where the rats play their own game, winning by a single bite.As I watched the light visited by my blind eyes, the night turned out to be a glorifying light illuminating its own ray to every hole in a rotten door abandoned by the people who used to live there.Were there choices to make to escape the fear?I was feeling the coldness created by the unseen wind.Was it my imagination?I was being victimized by the fear created by imaginary shadow that stood in the end of the alley,Should I run for escape or challenge the battle despite of a wrong weapon given by a stranger? I'm being armed by a powerful shield to fight the strength that swayed me to a false alley.I could see the moon from my crusted and rotten chair where I rested my weak body to gain my strength fully and to revive my energy from the course I took from the intersection I passed.