nevermor32

You walk through a dark street, feeling a presence at your back.   What is it, when will it grab you? You stroll down a country road at dusk, suddenly a dark shape appears on the edge of sight, gone when you turn to look.   What was that, should you be scared? You wander through the fields in the moonlight, hearing odd rustles in the night.   What could it be, aren't you alone? The presence at your back, the blur at the edge of vision, the thing that stirs the tall grass, the Silent Sentinel.   Always your shadow, never seen.   Always there, never noticed. The Silent Sentinel keeps you safe.   Always watching, always waiting, always protect

Not much is needed. A glance here, a few words there, And my heart quickens. For you to see me, There would be no greater joy Than that in my life. But I don't blame you... I can't seem to find courage Enough to approach. If only I could Let you know just how I feel I would be happy.