the way they loom over
watching from cracks in doors
listening from windows ajar

they fear me

trying to discover secrets
about the enemy that resides within
this humble frame

for only I can be my saviour
but only I,
am proposed a foe

you looked at me
as if I wore a ravens coat

men down the alley
don't care for the person
that they hunt
they care for
the prey like manner
of the scared

The cry of morning
Rays of red sun
Marking the death of the moon

the whole valley
blended into a sea of black
stark to the starry blue sky
the mountains are the waves
I am only a water bug

"Let's rain gaze..."
the books and the movies
talk about boys like this