One Foot In.

As a shadow I sat and waited, Half hidden in the murk I was trying to slip away. Watching the darkness, I sighed; There are no heroes. Fiendish hands enchanted me, Invisible, yet I heard them. I felt them, faces of the dead who rode on invisible wisps; pointing, smiling, laughing. Under my semi-conscious gaze I ground my teeth, No demon of the night has claim to me. Nor will they ever. I belong, I am strong. The darkness begins to fade and though the way is long, I know I am saved.