In this city, this land of thousand suns, lives a man.

A man of no dreams, in the dark shadows he eats,

blanketed in hate, driven by pain. Nightmares is all

he see's, death in every corner, a reign of dread and

powerful devils. Wicked smiles, twisted games they

play. He goes along, playing for fun. Now, In this

crazed city, in this maze there are dead ends,

laughing statues and crying fairies. Traveling a

lonely walk, those he loved gone. Taken into towers,

locked away for eternity. Nontheless, he takes the

path, joining every sport, winning here and there.

He continues his stroll, no sight of water to

quench his thirst, the burning light peeling

the layers of dirt, mites and ticks, still he

pushes himself to amble. Coming to a steady

stream, just for moment he baths, although

a beautiful and inviting place, earth mother

says "no, we can't not be." Now, this man I

speak of wears angels clothing, a sword at

his side and a badge to mount his hollow

heart. Blue penetrating ice when seen are

nuetral, red, bleeding, fire a constant reminder

of his pain and pitch black shades help to hide

his hurt, anger and discomfort. Yellow ribbons,

velvet wine and Jesus bread a daily scene,

no more a surprise. A secret I'll reveal, this

angel lost his wife, not even married for a

day, his beloved killed by a fiend, a monster.

Because of this the angel rolls the streets

with no direction, aimlessly, never to hault,

not even for rest or sleep. Running,

returning back to his dark, narrow alley

for no one to see he whales a

monunental screech, breaking glass,

kneeling, praying, begging for his broken

wings to mend. Falling from the sky no

accident, put here for a reason. But still

wanting to spread his feathers and

take flight to reach the tower where

she awaits, yet no answer is given, his

life an unfortunate reality. He must

stay here a little longer. Fight the devils that

roam this battle, put away the freaks.

This man says but one word as the days

done " we never close" and tis true, he'll

keep at it while tending to his clipped arms.