The darkness closes in on you.
Eternal night, his advantage.
To him you seem like a waddling bird,
An unaware being, a prey.
The extending darkness almost vaulting,
Is vital for him to strike.
You still don't know of the danger,
Or maybe you don't care.
You keep to your business,
Unaffected by all that's around you.
Your mind is not registering the environment,
As it is working elsewhere.
You look at the book, not reading it,
You touch the skin, not feeling it.
Nothing matters to you anymore,
Except for the one thing.
Even when he attacks,
The fight almost never comes.
If it does it,
only so because of her.
What brings down the rain,
Is an attack on her.
It not only because you love her,
But also because she is your light at the end of the tunnel.
its touching...:)
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