Blending into the shadows
Creeping through the rain
Does this dark figurine
Enjoy the game he plays?
Flooded by lamplight, the rain
Gently glides over his enamel skin.
His jagged shadow flows into the gutter
Carrying with it a hint of his identity.
A maple tree’s leaves quiver
For fear of his opaque presence.
They attempt to still at his approach;
The rain moving them even so,
A stinging reminder
That they cannot undermine
The powers of the elements.
Vainly unconcerned about being watched
The mysterious man’s pace
Remains exceptionally slow and steady,
Never yeilding to the wind
And the rain howling zealously
Down the grim and otherwise silent street.