| In darkness |
| is where the wind finds me |
| where it tosses my hair |
| and tugs at my cloak, |
| paying me no heed |
| when I cry |
| as I swing my sword |
| at enemies unseen |
| and fall prey to slashes |
| from invisible claws. |
| But I will survive this barrage. |
| and return to you, so |
| cry me in the night, |
| weep me in the day, |
| and when the morning comes, |
| I'll be with you, I pray. |