Within the dark green chrysalis
I see the torchlight’s glare.
As I walk down the flame-lit hall
I feel the demon’s stare.
He’s hidden and he’s silent
but he’s watching all the same.
He’s changing into something
that will want to play a game
of cat and mouse and hide and seek.
I’m not up to the task.
I’ll have to kill him quickly,
so no one will ever ask
“Who won the battle tween the two?”
I’ll win it handily,
And slice the chrysalis apart
and finally be free.
