A foggy dawn rife with mystery:
Cold dampness clinging to the skin,
Beads of dew dotting the lifeless cars,
Muffled breathing in the heavy mist.

Sun hides behind a leaden gray sky
That crackles with impending storm.
The streets beckon.
Footsteps echo across the concrete.

From out of the dim shadows—
A voice, crystallized and sharp,
Words swallowed by the timely thunder.
Quicksilver lightning blinds the darkness.

Rivers cascade earthward;
A sonic clap jolts a car to life.
The clamor competes with thunder.
A stream of red washes away clean.

Abating storm purifies the morning.
The night passes like smoke.
Life relentlessly marches.
Death awaits behind.