It was a slight movement
That could\'ve given him away
But there were none to notice
Few find comfort in this gloom
Mostly they just would fear it
And avoid it in the shadowy night
Here with creatures unseemly
With scavengers and thieves
Those inconvenient to the light
Of a society that will not see
Its decaying grim alleyways
Riddled with forgotten bastards
Whose rise it should have caught
And relegated to oblivion
In a reliable forgettable purgatory
But they didn\'t see the slightness
Of its loathed and unwanted one
When he moved so subtly this night
And therein lies the irony
For he welcomed his disdain
The great Gift from his creators
Soon, he would show them
Of their inevitable future
Of all they had manifested in him
A moment of reckoning
When he would make the final move
And reveal all they had created
Again, a slight movement
A flicker of motion in the gloom
Timing himself for the passerby