Out of the darkness
From shadows of past
Spectre, you move
Deceptively fast

Instinct, my hero
Forces my breath
And my hand to my side
It anticipates death

Drawing my sword
My breath in the air
Heavily frightened
By something out there

Thought you were slain
The blade in your chest
Your body so deep
Your soul laid to rest

But no, I can see
When I look at my shoes
Your blood is upon them
A tell-tale clue

And when I look back
Down the well travelled path
I see my own footprints
Lead into the dark

Now in the silence
I wait for your strike
To rain down upon me
In the blackness of night