Suddenly, in silence
and at night –
comes the monster.
Hushed, and dead
lies all around.
But you, my remote heir.
Help me through
the long nights.
Against the odds,
I hold my ground.
And I can see,
the care-free magpies.
Leaping far ahead.
Blood racing,
against cold steel.
This is my pulse,
through our double life.
A focus not on fear.
But to light your heart,
once again.
A Wandering Poet 