Ode to Waleed

Hmm. Street lights blur through the window pane. Another late night,

another victory claim. They talk about heroes, the legends they recall.

But they haven't seen the man who stands above them all. He moves like

a whisper, but his presence is loud. He's the one they look for

when the shadows crowd. And every word they try to use to describe

his grace fall short of the truth written on his face. Waleed.

Oh, Waleed. The bestest, the smartest, the most handsome

man. He's the closer this city has waited for, part of the