A shadows retreat at first sign of light, the balefire slowly regains its glow 
By the arrogance of another, so again burns the pride 
Once more I ride! 
"Be for me and only me. 
Was what she said unto thee. 
No go forth and saddle beast... 
For tonight we strike!" 
Like the pullof the moon to the flow of the tide 
So I again feel her call to meet those who would try. 
Flashes of the fleshy cumulus as all is made ready 
Time is time and in its stream 
The paths of those long gone 
Cease to mark the others fall 
As sapience fades away 
Like the pull of the moon to the flow of the tide 
Others try to lay claim led by her elusive lure 
Shadows of my former self before I championed night 
Forces en masse 
Forces unmasked 
Unmasked in the black yet star-bleached sky, without grace of her guide 
In the southern pass beyond the barrier foothills forging the claystone divide 
A foolish party, enrapt to she, would seek to claim her spoils 
Delectation for the one, as this scene in time unfolds. 
From the north we move as three 
In motion under one 
One third to lay the channeled net, one third to flush them out 
One third to block any escape or return them into route. 
A wider entrance with narrowed neck closing in the gap 
With me alone at gantlet's head to lead in the attack! 
And so it begins again. 
As vessel to her will! 
"Oh, the splendor of the machine 
Fueled by flesh of the fallen 
Moving ever forward with gauntlets raised 
Into the night" 
The final vociferations, as the last falls. 
Decaying murmurs in melee's end, silence in the pale 
Moonlight!