"Careful!"
"Be careful," they say "the wanderer lurks nearby and he will prey on your flesh, your weakened skin and bones."
I walk alone towards an alley.
The city is busy and it's citizens are just as aware of the wanderer.
Rumors spread like wildfire and soon the whole city burned with fear.
"The Wanderer is a murderer"
"He hunts and tortures his prey"
"He speaks with vile and poison is his best friend"
"Those who come across him were never seen again"
His stage begins at midnight with the moonlight as his spotlight and the shadows as his curtains
His applaus are the blood stained pavements and the shrieks of evil men.
Some say that he is a hero, others say that what he is doing is against the law.
The very law that looks down upon the weak and upholds unjust cruelty to the poor.
The Wanderer comes at midnight.
And I come at dawn.