A flash of light,
a crash of hell,
droplets fall,
but all is well,
he stands there tall and brave and strong,
while the night sings his song,
dark and empty are his eyes,
most would stand there and despise,
but I cant help but watch and stare,
It has turned midnight like his hair,
A bone like mask across his face,
Hiding his secrets in disgrace,
I realize that somethings wrong,
I looked to where the moonlight shone,
Blood, fresh red blood,
