I felt a presence, br somewhere behind br no sound was heard br no breath was felt br no ghost in sight. br br Yet something was br so near me I could sense br its purpose in this night. br br Perhaps the film br with Charles from Poland, br had stirred something br inside my soul, br I had accepted that he, br Bronson, affected me br in curious ways. br 'And miles to go, br before I sleep', br it was the signal br to a mind of innocence, br now scripting him br to maim and kill. br br So, in my quiet desperation br I laughed out loud, br then shrugged my shoulders, br and whistled my most favourite, br 'Allons enfants de la patrie', br but it was not the breath of joy br or carefree walking in the dark br that stopped to say Hello. br br The window of the Bridal Shop, br reflecting gaily and with glitter, br the one who had accompanied br this lonely wanderer, it was br the one and only, the inevitable br it was the Shadow of My Death.