Stargazer

He could hear their distant shrills; their moans and groans, of a city that creaks on rusted hinges. He knew of the carnage below in his city. The long shadows covering what shouldn't be seen. Its streets bathed in the crimson cries of the innocents.



But oh, how the stars shine. No memory of follies past, no reflections of evil beneath. Healed are those deep cuts; muffled are those screams of those you couldn't save. You are beyond the city that imprisoned you. You are free; you are Stargazer.

...and random sketch of a Futuristic Cop