In Darkness Of Dream

Zenith of night
Dark's air betrays the season.
Wandering. Wandering.
Cold.
In endless search for not known.
This quest,
the wares of the devil.
This dream, alive. Real.
In hooded cloak cometh the
Agent
Provocateur.
Talons smooth and black.
The very device, incarnate.
Intent upon capture.
Relentless.
Unwavering.