I woke up breathless, wordless,
confused.
I touched my chest and felt it still,
that stone left there by the one who cared.
For the powers that be knew,
they needed one like me,
to fight the ****** fight.
I am the one who fights with the light,
but mistake me not for being of them,
mistake me not, friend, for being one of them.
I assure you, I am not.

I touch my chest, and feel the stone still safely sitting there,
I run my fingers, through my salt and peppered hair.
I count the days which I have survived, and count
the minutes in which I still have to breath.
I slack my jaw and force them to move,
using my tongue to count my teeth.

Count your lucky stars and blessings too,
that when I fight,
that it's all for you.

Though I fight, ****** drenched head and soul,
I have but one goal.
I shall protect the one I love,
as commanded by the Powers that Be,
from up above.

So though I am but one man
on this lonely road,
I shall not be denied the prey,
whose fangs and claws they have showed.

I may not win every battle,
but I know we'll win this war,
I'll break every window of opportunity,
and breach through every closed door.
If only to get closer, to winning this war.

But at what a cost,
aye what a cost this has done to me,
'tis all the more a shame, that such a fighter,
lose their humanity.