A serpent’s hiss from an oozing pestilent mouth,
” What weapon will you choose, when you come to challenge me in the dark?”.
“What armor will guard your soft organs from my jagged claws, my ripping fangs?”.
“Will the heft of the axe comfort your approach?”.
“Perhaps the keen bright edge of a well honed blade?”.
“Will you come with the stride of a gun’s weight on your waist?”.
“Tell me, Knight!”, the Thing gleefully, horridly cackled, certain of It’s victory.
The Warrior stepped from shadow with barefoot, silent tread.
No armor betrayed his approach.
No axe or long knife encumbered his hand to ring off the stone walls.
No gun unbalanced his gait on the rough ground.
Striking the small light he held in his left hand, he stood before the Thing.
“What madness is this? The thing spat, coiling in surprise.
Calmly, without anger the Warrior spoke.
“No madness, I’ve carried with me all I need.”,
“A heart without fear.”,
“A light to find the path.”,
“A glass to reflect the truth.”.
The polished glass in his right hand, raised aloft,
caught the Thing’s eye for but a heartbeat,
it was enough.