Fight light
and move between shadows,
unburdened by time.
Move between moments,
ceasing only briefly
then gone again.
A deadly wraith.
Tread all paths with trepidation.
Know fear
and let it be your ears,
your eyes,
your skin.
Be unknown
to all, but your closest kin,
mystery is a cloak
and camouflage
is a favorable position to strike from.
Draw unto you
your weaknesses
and make them weapons,
hidden knives
that flash out
from perceived defeats.
Make honesty
and vigilance
your bread and meat.
Be faithful
and humble,
for the world seeks
to defeat the boastful.
Exist as if you did not.
Live as though you were dead.
Breathe as if each were your last.
HG – 2016
great poem