A Debt to You

I find myself distracted

by the action

going on around me.

Then, a monster,

bent on slaughter,

comes from the shadows.

I don't notice,

but you know this,

and take the blow.

I hear a clang

and see your pain,

and then attack it too.

My life for yours,

not something I'd endure,

so, I try to kill it.

You lay on the ground,

maybe bleeding out,

as I face this creature.

I wreak havoc

in the panic

of the situation.

But, it flings me,

and I go flying,

right by your side.

I see your wound,

but it's too soon

to know if you're fine.

I sweep from your face

the hair in its place

purely on instinct.

What is this you invoke,

when you haven't spoke

a word to me yet?

I feel this debt

form and set

deep within my mind.

I must admit,

that, even as I sit,

I feel more than that.

I feel like I owe,

more than you know,

than a debt to you.