In the pit of the dark
he stands next to me.
I can feel his presence
as he draws near to me.
An arm on my shoulder,
that comforting touch.
As he leads me through the dark
I trust in him.
For no one else knows
what truly goes on in my head.
But i know that he does,
and he's there with me,
every step of the way.
He knows when I'm scared,
and he's there, next to me.
He knows when I'm down,
and he puts his arms around me.
When the creatures emerge,
from their cages and holes,
he is there, with a ready sword,
defending me.
When the world washes me away,
and I lose my feet,
I know he is there,
Carrying me,
through the waves and the storm,
through the flames and the smoke.
And he will always be there by my side.
Until the day I die,
and we will meet in person.
