Dark Destroyer

I saw the Trumpeter today.  The noise-maker from a few doors down.  And it was quite a surprise.  I’ve heard his music flooding out of his bedroom window, with the curtains always closed, so I shouldn’t have been too shocked to see the etiolated youth sat on his front step.  Whiter than white skin and dressed all in black; I think he grunted at me.  I have a Goth Trumpeter that wakes me in the mornings.