There in that alley of forever rain,
The young street rat begged and stole,
A scrap from the bumbling innkeep,
Here and there,
One night out of the downpour, a hand
Taking rat by tail and heart by string,
The open arms of a strange new friend,
Destiny in motion,
Rat became boy and boy sought to be man,
The cloak, the coin, the name, the tale,
All where to be his one day,
Even if not by mere luck,
"Luck in the Shadows." he said,
His parting gift on the night of betrayal,
For he woke to no cloak, no coin, no boy,
All was gone,
East he went without return,
No word but rumour of death forthcoming,
All that he was, passed now,
To the Boy from the Alley.
