The Lurker

Dark, cold stillness surrounds me. A single object takes shape in the distance, coming closer. What is it? There are colors and movement that slowly drift to me with that object, light. Then everything shifts and I see what that object is. Human in form but not in essence. It is holding a sword carved with what seems to be coiled lines and an odd shaped blade. In the other human hand there is a dagger, perfect in al ways to kill swiftly, silently. The mouth splits into a hideous grin, fangs being exposed as thin lips curl away from them. I see not what this nightmarish figure walks upon, but its path leads to me. A single ray of greenish light spreads an eerie glow on the space behind the figure. Red-blue eyes watch me, with light of their own. It comes day or night, dark or light, haunting me, teasing me. An old friend, and rival.