He stood before me,
Sword in hand,
The band of men
Around him;
Laughing at my plight.
You could not shine
A light
Between us.
Would I run or fight?
If I struck first,
As well I might,
One step closer,
One step more,
Our weapons raised,
His eyes glazed over.
Then I was sure,
I saw the fear,
Time to settle the score.
