Beast or man? Courser or ghost? No one knows. Perhaps he doesn't even have a true form. Under age worn rags and ratting chains there is only ever black. He is what you make of him. How do you handle your demons? Do they have a face or do they wear a mask? Or maybe no face at all.

What names they have? How do they make you feel? You are so complex and life doesn't come with a guidebook. That's what makes those around you that much more important. You may either get lost in his heavy shroud or he will be just a simple delicate blanket of morning fog.