Past beyond
Triumph and failure…
I am neither, I am both.
You pursue me with your cold steel.
The whisper of your blade, cleaves the air.
My thoughts, be with you
As our feet trail the walkway;
The door opens silently,
Its ghostly owner, beyond the point of life...
I have brought you into silence and I stand here now.
I am waiting to see if you've decided…
No more thoughts or games.
Tell me your answer or become me.
Your final question
Awaits your life
…or it shall be your death.