A/N: Written for the 5,10,20,50,70,100 Fandoms challenge, fandom 3.

This style of poetry is still somewhat experimental for me, so feedback would be appreciated. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.

The Angel in the Shadows

The eye continued to see
On into a slowly blackening world…

He'd cast aside his white coat long ago
It seemed
To adorn an outfit shaded coal.

The warm red blood
Licked his fingertips in a smooth embrace,
Heart still beating
Like the echoing symphonies of a funeral song…

He'd washed his hands the instant he returned
Even though he'd kept the coat for a time.
The gloves he'd readorned.

Last words
Rippled in the breeze
Like a whistling sigh…

He couldn't forget
Nor could his mind ever fully grasp those words.

No hope…
A mirror dream in shattered bits –
Just an empty shell
To drift along a gentle stream…

The window remained whole
But left open as his parting door
Or perhaps to invite a sun
Who would never again look in.

A ghost of a traveller
Flittering without aim…

He heard about Nataku's death
And others,
But it didn't really matter to him.

All he had left to do was survive
For another's wish:
The one who had
In the end
Taken away all hope of his own.

He'd just go on
As the angel from the shadows.
After all, the fate of the world held little interest for him.

Black wings
With which to glide
Sprouted out from charcoal ash
To wrap – not spread
And hover –
But sink
Like muffled clog.

Maybe one day
He'd find a way back into the light..
But until then
There was nothing to do
Save float
Upon a life-craft
Painted black.