Idle time, idle chatter
Amped up, strung on caffeine
and the Goddess of Nicotine

A sentinel gazing over
the city.
Fearful anonymous hidden
faces
unaware of their usher into
their mad and dark safe haven

Unwanted at the same time
Reluctant hero, guardian on
the Gargoyle.

He wants and awaits the signal
Who needs who?

a shot fired in the dark
another murder

Give it time, he says, distance
yourself from the event
your emotions

With a taciturn mask he not
only wanders about but
with it also sleeps.

He dreams of Resurrection
And Ragnarok.