I can smell them... they are near. They know I'm close, so they fear. I let them see me for an instant, they know I'm relentless, persistent, resistant. BAM BAM the lights go out, someone lets out a trembling shout. He shall be the first, to sustain my thirst for being scared the worst. They are unsure, terrified because they can not see. In the dark I shine, their most deadly enemy. Double bladed I shall clear this room, one by one I shall send them to their tomb. They want to hunt me, for me to be afraid, little did they know my plans were already laid. This won't be their day, getting in my way, to the grave they will stay. They try to track when their skills lack, they won't leave this room with their lives intact.
It's time, the first is drawing near, no idea that I'm slipping up from the rear. Clueless until he feels my breath upon his ear, then he will know the true meaning of fear. With a blade to the neck and the other in the liver, it's all over except for one last breathless quiver, now he knows who is the death giver. With a soft thud on the floor the others stop, knowing they are one less they are forced to progress. Wondering who is next on the list they call out my name, cursing me, trying to make me angry, to play their little game. I smile knowing I have just begun the fight, when it's dark as night, pitch black, it's not hard to get behind their back. So I sit tight for a little while, watching their antics and efforts of denile. They are cowards with everything they feel, it will be a pleasure introducing the others to my steel.
