he placed his head in his hands.
He sat and wept
like a little girl
who fell and scraped her knee.
He sat and watched the world go by
with his dampened, saddened cheek.
He was tired of being placated
by all the mundane evil.
He was tired of slinking in the shadows
tired of all the expectations.
The antichrist cried today.
with all his tears he dampened
his heavy black cloak.
And when he was done,
he stood up, and as he lifted his wet eyes
to be dried by the wind,
he felt a small hand
slip into his.
A small girl, with no sense of fear,
smiled up at him.
She had the sun in her smile.
Why do you cry Mr. Man?
she asked simply.
Please don't be sad.
I'll be your friend.
The antichrist smiled-
his problems were solved.
He cut her head off.
