I walk the night.
Wandering past empty shops.
Ducking down alleyways.
Searching the shadows.
Peeking behind every putrid dumpster.
And inside every dirty bar.
I stalk the night.
Every moment less sure of what I'll find.
Maybe what I seek.
Maybe nothing.
Maybe...
Maybe.
I shun the light.
As I turn I see the outline,
the shadow on the wall.
The darkness is where he lives.
Where he breathes.
He waits for me.
His eyes burn bright.
His movement fluid,
like a cat,
He flows toward me.
Eager hands reaching out.
Pulling me to him.
I dare not fight.
He is my vision.
My dark sacred dream.
Made a reality in harsh lines
And soft edges.
He is destiny unfurled.
He is the night.
