Love On A Withered Path

The night seemed to be still and abandoned. The gentle breeze of the midnight could be felt by every nocturnal creature.

A few hundred meters away is an owl which repeatedly hoots, at the discomfort of rather invincible residents, whom appeared to be embedded in profound ignorance of the late-night-world. The crickets and other creeping creatures of the night were not left out in the fleeting party. To these living beings, it's a free world! A world temporary devoid of humans--their greatest enemy.

The moon did not shy away from shining at it's peak, on the earth and her subordinates.

Almost neutralized by the moon light, the street lights illuminates what was left over. Silhouettes of many variants formed against the background of the duo lights. Some taking the shape of supposed monsters of the dark world. A bizarre night mare for children predisposed to fright.

The strangeness of the night did not hinder or likely to bother a tall dark figure, who was hurriedly walking through the streets of the barren land. His steps were quick, almost with no interval, just like an ancient messenger on an important errand. Absent minded, he passed from one street to another with no clear destination. His Black coat and round hat aligned perfectly with the immediate background. His shoes pressed the earth without remorse. His eyes red, with a distinct vision. His ears were alert and adapted to pick up all minimal sounds present, but he wouldn't mind doing that at least, not this night. He would sigh from time to time, hitting his fist against an unseen enemy in the air, indicating an obvious disappointment, anger and frustration. His heart beat so fast as he placed the left hand on his chest, as if to ascertain the information that was relayed from the brain. His veins tightened as he sweats profusely, although the night was cold. His chronic taste for 'red liquid' was building up. It's something he can't deny nor subdue permanently. The urge is mostly activated by the likes of the plight he found himself, in the night. It's not just an ordinary predicament, it's something that has consumed most parts of his heart, more like a heart disease.

Suddenly, his pace increased. He could have activated his spook-like state and in a matter of seconds, reach wherever he was heading to. But no, he chose to trek this night! Maybe, the whole time he walked something very crucial was going on, in his mind. He was in a deep thought on how to confront or solve whatever that kept him in such a dismay and disarray. Maybe, taking a long rout will buy him more time for that or perhaps, it was another way of getting his much needed relief.