Darkness

 In the alleys at night
I am hated in the dark alleys,
I usually float silently towards them,
I can still grasp them firmly by the neck,
And drive them before me into madness.
Oh, just a moment ago in the candlelight,
They laughed loudly and joked,
But here in the darkness all alone,
Only their rabbit hearts flutter.
Their armpits wet and hands trembling,
No, one is strong like good steel,
And never show any weakness,
They flee into the light of the lamp.