Scene.
Justin Williams.

Slowly, wetly he slides down the wall of the alley into the refuse of untold
years. His breathing shallow and ragged, sweating in the chill autumn night.
Over, all told and done no more the wild chases rush. The adrenaline’s song
of conquer or die, teetering on the brink of death grasping the cape of
immortality. Would it have been better to end in a bed somewhere in the dim
and unimportant tomorrow. Surrounded by children he would never have, a wife
he would never know? A wheeze turns into a liquid cough and vision blurs and
swims toward an unavoidable darkness. Not now, a little longer, a few more
minutes. Moments to collect thoughts to recollect dreams. Remember a youth
like one long summer day all the pain of loss bleeding from those years to
mix with his life on the forgotten alleys floor. Remember a man coming of
age strong and sure, never wavering from his course. Forget the loneliness
of the less traveled way, filled with the doubt that it was all for nothing.
Remember the man you are, living for the single perfect day, fighting for
the coming dawn and all the beauty it will hold. Forget the emptiness that
lurks inside waiting for the night, the quiet forgotten times when no one
can see the tears. See, a single brilliant star soaring through heavens
undreamed, calling out through the aeons. Giving life without asking why,
wheeling in celestial splendor to no mans tune. Know, all things in the end
die even stars and heroes, but the light goes ever onward waiting to shine
on a single perfect day and there will always be a hero waiting to guard the
dawn.