A/N: This is a poem about Ledah. There is a severe lack of fiction/poetry about him. Please bear with my horrid poetry skills. Read and Review, please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Riviera or Ledah.
Shrouded in crimson solitude
He passes fiery judgement from above
To those who cross his path
And defy the will of the Gods
Not a trace of mercy in his eyes
Without any emotion
He watches while they burn
And makes them pay for their sins
Spreading his feathered wings
That are darker than death
He flies off to the skies
To his next destination