Last Stand

Phantom soldier

Presence numbing

Hypnotic gaze

Potent, ever willing

Futile to hide

A fight starts within

An unfair proposition

The phantom will win

The mind fumbles

What hope and recourse

To a mirroring enemy

Of unbridled force

Yet hope stirs

If rhythm is found

And steadfastness

Gives way to new ground

Only way forward

Is to go toe to toe

But never stand triumphant

To an unending foe