New York Knights

another piece from the archives... I haven't looked at this in years but i found it while trying to restore my stuff. Critique is appreciated

 

The writhing darkness consumes the alley
              It devours the streetlamps
                 It ignores the cut of my flashlight beam
So I walk alone, gobbled by the shadows

A few flickers and a click

And the light is gone
Now I'm  all by myself in here

I trip  

              over something really slimy

And fall, face first into a pile of garbage

                    Could things really get any worse tonight?
Then I see a light, A flashlight!

A voice pummels the silence
                        Hey, are you OK? Here let me help you

He looked like a true Knight to rescue me
     Complete, with a mag-light sword of light

Like a gentleman, he took my arm and
Lifted me from the stinking mess

I turned, to thank my savior for his help
To be met with a gun between my eyes

 I laughed and said to him
Don't you just love New York?

Reviews

[James K. Blaylock]

What a nightmare... Great write!

jkb

[American Progressive]

I was skeptical about the descriptions of New York until I read the last four lines. I thought, "Oh, yes, that's my home�"

I thought it was a good poem. There are a few words I would have omitted, like "really" from "I trip over something really slimy." That's just me, though. Other than that, I applaud you for this well-written piece.