I am as death, gliding through the night, footsteps unheard. My white pearlescent skin, but a flash as I whisk through the undisturbed silence of the dreary streets. On rooftops I perch, silent and unmoving. Looking down at the cold dark streets below, searching the innocent cherry red faces for the ever elusive ones. Those who parade around with a mask, acting the innocent, deceiving all but me. I follow these paraders shadowing their every step, leaping from roof top to roof top as but a silhouette against the luminescent night sky. I draw these masqueraders away from the lighted side walk in to my realm of darkness and shadows. Their eyes lock with mine, curiously scanning my face, reveling in my indescribable beauty. Then once again our eyes meet, their eyes locked on to mine, glowing mesmerizingly. Then they fall gracefully into deaths embrace as I take their flowing life. I stop just before their life fails and their soul passes onto the world beyond, lest I be pulled through that veil to meet death once again. Behold now I stand the test of time, time forever in the dark, scouring the earth alone, searching for my purpose, the purpose for which I was made.