chapter one
No one knew it when he was born,
for he had been the product of what
I used to call “miracles”.
Unexplainable situations which
only occur as a sleight-of-hand;
Unnoticed by the common citizen.
He had been chosen;
Not by God, but by some other
preexisting higher power
To venture further from the explainable
Than many care to touch on.
His mother was dressed in red that night
A silenced soul if you will.
No longer human,
but nothing else to call her.
Though there was life in her yet!
And he came into this world with nothing.
That is why Charlie was born tonight
Because having nothing meant everything.
