A hooded figure struts along the cobblestoned street,

A mask covers his or her face, one no one has even seen,

Embroidered with tales of reckless bloodshed, betrayals, and wars,

The impulsive reckonings of men and women long gone.

A new opening, a novel opportunity reveals its dark underbelly,

Far off in a land, hails a girl, poisoned with the throes of hate,

The figure grins in triumph, poised to inflict its initial strike,

Jumps,

Through the very walls of her black-speckled mind.

The driver of catastrophes,

The bringer of conflict,

Only will can save you,

If you’re marked by the one with the hood.

Signing off…