• I look up at the clouds.
    They're so disatisfied.
    Soundless wind,
    and chilling rain.
    I dream about tomorrow.
    Night falls.
    No stars,
    no moon,
    just black.
    Breeze gone,
    rain stops.
    Low mist
    on the ground.
    I'm not dreaming, am I?
    The mist is wavering...
    A dark figure rises up,
    spreads his wings;
    raven black.
    Bare chest,
    casual jeans,
    bare feet.
    He looks up,
    deadly golden eyes.
    He smiles.