A thin layer of snow coated the streets.
I crossed the intersection, acutely aware of the sleets.
Angrily walking after a noisy dispute,
I noticed a dark figure was in pursuit.
Night has fallen, and in the corner of my eye,
Something was hovering nearby.
I veered quickly into an alley,
Awaiting my stalker in attack for a rally.
The valves in my heart thumped irregularly
As adrenaline coursed into my veins impulsively.
I waited and remained waiting for what seemed like a while.
I decided to risk a peak from my exile.
Fear prickled over me to my revelation.
There was not a soul; what a damnation!
Footprints were absent from the snow.
Perhaps I was frightened by my own shadow.
Emotions running high in the heat of an argument,
Indeed, such venom thoughts are quite turbulent.