Nightjar Street (poem)

Its cobbles are worn, there are dark corners aplenty;

Here you won't find the usual gentry.

There's fun to be had if you can summon the will, Nightjar Street's a cornucopia of thrills.

There are cut-throats in the alleys and demons on the doorsteps;

One can never quite guess what might happen next.

Keep your wits about you while your fortune is told, for gypsies part fools from more than just gold.

If you go a little ways, a tavern you'll find;

But partake in no card-games or you'll end up in a bind.

The Raven's Eye it's called and the drinks, they won't kill ya;

But Mistress Hecate may hex you for acting familiar.

So take a stroll down old Nightjar, I swear it's a blast;

But when it's time to get out, you best get out fast!