He visits me so often, he just soars there, above, I can't avoid to see him. Does he want to draw attention?
Well, I give it to him.
Does he want to warn me?
For what? He comes, and takes darkness with him. Is he master of unbeing? Is darkness a bad sign? Until now, he only was there an did not frighten me. I was glad he came, he gave me peace, a strange kind of certainty.
But one day, I know, he will raise his blood-veined sword and he'll take me with him. He shall embrace my escaped soul with his bright sleeves and I will accompagny him to his next condemned, being the darkness, the peace and the rest itself. I shall be the blood, running in the sword, and I won't bother anymore.