In The Shadows, We Conquer

A poem.

Like spiders, they feel on the skin.
Slow. Calculated. Gauging your veins.
Sauntering through crevices of flesh.
They lust the blood you bear.
You could hear your heartbeat.
Galloping. Breaking. Breathing.
Searching the corners for bravery.
Fiends of the past are back to extort.
Take away their share of blood.
You were prepared this time.
Not a noob.
Have had this fight.
The chills intensify.
They get close.
Closer than your bones.
Pain is audible now; languidly.
A knock on the ribs.
You let out a cry.
You rush. Panic. Collapse.
Rise. Departing air you hold tight.
You lean on. Lean on to the
Win of last time; Sweeter than metal.
Hold your nerves.
Let the monsters cut and dissolve
In the love fostered inside.

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