Through the mist, I see your eyes,
captivating, inviting, whimsical to my folly;
Drifting through the swirling wind
I touch your hand, gently, softly....
"Hello, be not afraid", your smile beckoned,
trembling, I chanced a touch,
least reality steals you away.
Suddenly, strong you stand
A warrior, steeled in courage,
Death's own talisman!
The cold steel graces my chin,
lifting my face to you in supplication;
Sheathing death, you eyes soften
suckling my fears, calming my insecurities.
"I am afraid, afraid, afraid......"
A soft velvet, callused hand cradles
my whimpering, loving this trembling fool.
I arose from the mist,
alone, save only this haunting memory...
"Am I mad, scared, or just a fool.....?"
"Come, Arise, Stand with me,
We are partners in life's deadly game;
"Courage is your armor,
Truth is your sword,
Honor, Your mantel."
March 2000, "S.T." Interview sections you may visit (click)
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