pushing the iron door against the door,
I took a step onto a light grey cement street
a familiar, obnoxious black crow croaked
I looked up to the grey cloudy sky
“rage against the iron sky” I remembered.
I thought that was clever and chic and cliche
but now a new question arose on the horizon
it was tiny, but dark red glowing dot.
it was angry and its brooding color
started to bleed into the peaceful horizon.
“you promised”; it growled.
Shadows around me, including my own, grew.
darkness started to crawl, spreading its claw.
And when darkness fell, no one was there.
4.11.2024
Ralph with Coffee 