——

he walks through the dark halls,

illuminated by small electric lamps.

his figure tall, erect, strong,

and the men fear even the echoes of his footsteps.

The echoes of the contact of his boots with the cold tiles warn away men,
to clear his way.

he scoffs, their fear, a source both, his amusement, and his hatred,

for there has been no such person, who looks into his eyes, and talks to him as an equal.

cowardness, cannot survive this world.