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