A sterling starkato strutted across the empty roads.
I see the shadow of a fine mister.
So fine that the light cannot catch him.
His blue coat waves ,swinging in the air as he walts down my street.
A woody scent catches my nostril and i follow his shadow like a hit man.
He enters a dark alley and i search for him ,sombre as his shadow vanishes into a tar roads.
I go nuts like a mamiac frantic and freaky ,searching for the man in blue.
Then a rough hand pulls my shouder.
Only his blue eyes sparkles on the night glow.
I had already named him percy coz he pierced thru my heart and body.