The Nighthawk

The Final Walk

Martha had expressed many concerns to me,

she worried I may collapse or worse

I may die

Amidst her concerns, I assured her I felt fine

I had to keep working.

She didn't understand

I needed to find my Nighthawk,

I needed to

or I'd die trying

it had been weeks since I had laid in my bed

there was too much to be done

Not enough hours in the day for me to finish my search

My sweater grew holes,

the elbows worn thin from leaning on tables.

my boots muddy from trudging in the rain,

the soles began to allow me to feel the ground beneath.

None of this matters,

My search is far more important.

each day, my hands shook more and more.

My body becoming weaker by the minute.

I didn't care. I couldn't,

not when I hadn't found my Nightwalker.

I fell once. trying to get up from my chair at The Library

Martha was near,

she helped me steady myself.

she, once again, alerted me of her worries for my health,

my sanity.

Once again, I told her I couldn't care less.

I needed to complete my mission.

Finally meet my goal,

I finally saw him one night.

I finally found my Nightwalker

I tried to call out, but nothing came from my throat

It felt like it had been stuffed with cotton,

Upon that revellation, I began my pursuit.

Running to catch up, he ran faster

my body was crying for help,

begging to rest. to finally sleep.

Somehow I managed to strength to continue.

Our feet pound against the cobble,

releasing echos from the buildings around us

Then,

all of a sudden,

he stopped.

I found myself at the gates to the local sanitarium

When he finally turned around.

I was finally able to see him, but I regret it

What I saw when he lowered his hood,

I can scarcely describe.

The very sight caused my stomach to churn,

The fowl stench he emitted was something I had never come across before.

When i thought i would see eyes,

I saw a mass of flesh.

It oozed pus of all colours.

He grinned,

revealing his jaw that was not attached to his head,

no flesh covering the area where his cheeks should have been,

All I saw were rows and rows of teeth,

All of which were rotten, some not even there anymore.

My body began to sway as he let out a piercing screech

He had to have a reason for my torture.

With the darkness closing in,

I must bid you adieu,

Goodnight, my Nightwalker