All the Passersby Upon The Streets Of The Sky.
I see them all. They, like I, love the heights, the rooftops. There are many of them.
The young boy and the quiet girl. He in bright colors like a new morning. She, clad in darkness and in smoke. They cross the ceiling of the city as though it were a playground and their own private thoroughfare combined. The joy they take in swinging through the night bubbles off of them so profoundly I can taste it.
I keep myself hidden and stay away from walking prey. There are many in this city that would feast on me. The one dressed in rags and tatters, I can feel him when he comes up from the streets to travel under the stars. Up here with the gargoyles and the winds. He garbs himself in the spirits of the damned, and if he sees me, I wonder if I could be absorbed?
There are others. The daughter of Bastet and the Mustard Man I see on the cathedral, move past me unknowing. Hurrying to some engagement I imagine. The faceless woman scales a fire escape searching for answers. A demon locked into a man by some ancient power, glances towards my perch, but neither can see me.
Then the one that causes the night to fear arrives. He is tall and strong and completely human. I can feel the the dedication born from loss that pours off of him in waves. He would destroy me completely if he suspected my existence, which is why I do not hunt in his city. His black clad form swoops through the sky like some vast caped predator. When I see him I feel like a field mouse glimpsing an owl. I dart from cover to cover as I make my way home, hoping that his raptor's gaze will not settle upon my tiny form.
Finally I scurry into my lair. There are many buildings in this city that are as dead as I. It was a simple matter to find one that will keep out the poison day. I prepare to rest.