A Wintry Dawn

Gray. Bathed in eternal twilight the city sleeps, While the fangs of a restless wind Hounds it four corners. Mists of breath rise, From the one who walks - Through the eerie shroud Of padded footsteps and ticking time. Gray - Looming from the stillness Engulfing the light. As the Sun battles for its place In the pinnacle of mankind's vision. Silence. Louder.. Louder than any sound Kissing mortal ears Defying life. And still he walks In solitude. In gray.