Down the hall he stalks, his cloak flowing behind him.
At 10:43 p.m. he is most at ease.
The stone floor clicks with the sound of his black and white oxfords.
His hematite ring glitters in the candlelight.
He hums as he walks down the steps to a black Mercedes thinging of midevil times.
He rolls away from the building with the top down and the radio blaring
The Police- Don't stand so close to me.
He rolls toward the dessert adding to his mystery.