lone ranger

As I peer up from the shadows in which I´ve hidden, I notice how cloudy the night sky is. All but few stars are obscured by the dark clouds. One of those that are still shining brightly is the Mariners star. While looking up, I can hear the rustling of the leaves on the chilly wind and the footsteps of those brigands that are supposed to meet up here. My lips shape a faint smile for a moment. That no-good little snitch Finch was right.