Bright Soul

There he was again.

Standing on the edge of the cliff while clutching his chest. Looking closely at his face it was a picture of beauty with a deep set of eyes that swirled with the color of the rainbow. The sudden gale whipped his raven black hair revealing tears that streaked down his face and if fooled you would have fallen for him at first sight.

Well I did not.

This mysterious man has been in every one of my dreams since I turned 17. In every one his face would be calm or it would be twisted with anger. In either one I always felt him radiate a malicious aura that would make me shiver with fear.

Someone wake me up.