A little bit mad with power and possibly dreaming of a new world, there sits a woman on a railing of an overlook of a tower, high above it all, above the dreamers and the rats on the street, she sits and counts to 3,
1
2
3
She blows a kiss to the world and gets up, she must descend to the earth for the darkness waits still to be slain by blade
The darkness she must slay?
The Kennedy Expressway










