While the city sleeps,
the stranger turns the dark corner
and slinks along the twisted road
to the house by the river.
He’s on dangerous ground in a lonely place.
A stray dog yelps
as he slides the letter
through the narrow margin
beneath the door.
the woman in the window,
his kind of woman,
the woman he adores with every vestige of human desire,
has no suspicion of the secret beyond the door.
But he knows now that he’s the wrong man for her.
The glass key of his heart
Out of the past,
one act of violence,
one single touch of evil,
has caught him.
Sudden fear impacts the desperate hours.
The lady from Shanghai delivers the killer’s kiss.
"Farewell, my lovely," he gasps,
as Sunset Boulevardturns into Nightmare Alley.