Traversing streets.

I hit the streets
with the might of an antihero,
possibly heading
for an anticlimax.

I am who I am,
no better,
certainly not worse.

A true friend you have,
sought you high and low,
and will do it time
and time again.

Angels and demons,
don't exist,
it's us.

My raging demon you met,
in a verse you read by a holly tree.
My raging demon is your serve,
and you might let him master.

I long for yours.