Disclaimer: Sigh. You know the drill.

A/N: Inspired by the Supernatural episode "The Man Who Would be King".

The Man Who Would be King

I turn my face to the sky

it is empty.

I glance at the trees, the swing set

the snow-dusted benches

Nothing.

I tried telling my tale

a tragedy worthy of the Bard

or even my wayward kin

I beg for a sign

I plead for even recognition

that I am heard

the Silence blazes

I weep but my tears cannot quench

the Inferno

I rage and rant

bellow and how

cast my fury to be carried by the winds

but my voice is swallowed by the absence of Voice

My Wings cannot bare me

My struggles cannot save me

My faith cannot fill me

I am Alone.