He strolls along, a silhouette.
Black on grey, dark suit, black cloak.
Hood drawn, fingers tracing the air.
Feet meet cobbled ground, clicking of leather soles.
Overcast, buildings cast twisting shadows. Painted worlds beyond our own.
He crawls along the endless web, his sticky trap, it radiates from him.
Each footstep pounds.
It echoes off my walls, it is caught in the emptiness etched in the cobbled roads.
He is very solemn.
He breaths, shallowly.
His eyes, never found.
Moving along the cobbled path, never reaching anything, always searching for something.
Shadows grasp the streets, the buildings, they arch across the sky.
They fill my eyes, they flood my mind, they ensnare my heart. Each step throbs, the throbbing resonates.
It pounds in my ears and the web sways.
But I lay still, caught in His desire.
The throbbing, never ending.