I saw you in every stage of life, in those dark alleys where children were forced to be men, where the grace adopted fear, where the sadness obtained people's hearts. I saw you in every gloomy face, in every delicate moment. I saw a flood of  tears, and I saw poverty. I have witnessed the howling beasts at the end of that alley, and you, my dark friend, were scared to go out, scared to stay in. I saw you in every aspect of your dark life, but you never noticed me.