I looked up one day while in the shower no reason but a  glimmer of movement reflexes turned up to wash my face and  the sleep for my eyes.
there suspended in mid-air it seemed a glistening light, a deadly convergence a sword's pinpoint tip moving to  and fro in small circles just inches from my brow made of bronze and steel.
I lean to the right to try and catch sight oh the Strand that held it suspense but there was none not even a  hair.
I am the sword of Damocles it whispered to me to me
Here am I
Here I will remain
Have a care.