Death knell

I have felt it up and close

Breathing noiselessly down my neck

Cold. Ragged. Unwelcome.

I am all but reduced to a wreck

Mocking me in ways it wills

A wicked snarl it bestows upon me

Trepidation of what it will reduce me to

Fondly it coils its cold slithery self around my body

I can almost taste the sweat

Feel the caress of icy fingers

I can almost smell its blood curdle

The stench! It will linger.

My feet are frozen to the ground.

Ineffectual presentiment.

To where will I run?

Hah! Baseless impediment!

A pathetic croak escapes

I am screaming inside

Tears threaten me under its derisive perusal 

I give up. I give up the fight.

But wait!

The enemy is but an old one!

Many a time we have crossed paths

I have to fight this fight. I CANNOT run

Recurrence of old fights

Every one of which I have won

Of what have I to be fearful of?

I will do as I have always done

Resurgence of my spirit

Strength of my being

I summon my vigilante- Courage

Riding on Hope with wings fluttering

There is no blood. There is no battle.

My adversary flees as my vigilante jeers

Come and come again, I challenge

Him whose name is Fear