An angry soul drips on my forehead as I try to remember where I am.
Slowly I feel the pain that he feels start to boil my blood
The fear that he smells is nothing more than a rose in disguise.
I repent and admire his resolve
As he stares into my soul
He tries to devour me
A futile attempt for redemption.
We walk side by side
In a forest replete with uncertainty
The shadows, relentless, hover and cover
Darkening our progress
As the darkness surrounds us
I reach out to my stumbling companion
Lead him past the bulwarks,
Yet he fails to open his eyes.
They have been shut
By him, for him;
The light stings his unaccustomed eyes.
Fear has been dealt to him and he lives
To retaliate and infuriate
A grand resolve if ever he knew one.