((Just something I wrote. Half yesterday half today.))
He walked a slow walk of sadness,
head hung low,
looking at the ground.
For more than a year,
he'd been waiting
and now all his has has gone.
Though as he walks,
past the buildings.
Eyes following as he goes.
Thoughts move back to the memories.
Promises,
that were never fulfilled.
He passes the off in a second.
Then from out f the shadows,
reaches a pale, white hand.
Palm facing upward, fingers still.
"Come" Sayd a voice light and airy.
The hand ever still,
before the man dressed in black,
waiting for another to meet it.
The voice speaks again,
ever softer.
"It is time."
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