"Trad? I haven't see you in one." He said.                
"What if i'm a brat?" I replied.
"I will drop you flat." He replied.                

"Is this you? My baby?" He asked.
"Your baby. Yes my tobby." I replied.
We stood under the rainy clouds and stared.
Blood dripped blared and draped.

"Is this the last Viki?" I asked.
"Shhhhh" He shut me.
"Now i'd say this is the last" He said smiling.
"Why? Was it a blast?" I asked tearing.

"No. It was a wax. My gold wax.
You." He said fading away.