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.
