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.
Looming from the stillness
Engulfing the light.
As the Sun battles for its place
In the pinnacle of mankind's vision.
Louder than any sound
Kissing mortal ears
And still he walks