Bridge Rains

Pitter patter against my skull
Shivers wracking through my spine
Never should I have come to this place
Where the sea below me crashes in torrential waves.
Salt in the air clawing at my exposed skin.
The mood set fits my own
The reason being why I find myself here.
Blinded, I slide my way to the railing
Slick with rain, cold with nightly tales
Of people such as myself.
Then, as magical as fables told from witch's tongues,
The feet in which numbers were disastrously high,
Was suddenly visible from a dazzyling
Ray of light parting through the clouds
Guiding me to my fate.