It Matters Not

They're stepping into the dark room
Gazing about suspiciously.
Referring to the note once more,
They're sure they're in the right place.
A place so dark, so damp, so cold.
A place so filled with gloom.
The lights suddenly come on bright,
And they struggle a moment
Letting their eyes adjust.
Upon gazing around again,
They see the room in it's true light
The person they hate most
Standing in the middle of the gloom
Glaring at you menacingly,
They turn to leave. But wait..
There's no door? Of course there's a door, they reason.
We just walked through it!
But no..only solid wall. No, there's something more.
Blood red eyes gaze at them, a smirk dancing in them.
Strong hands suddenly grab at them
The hands hold them tight, no matter their struggle.
They realize that their only hope .is you.
Ha! They think, As if she'd do that for us.
Moments pass, still they struggle.
They feel a sharp prick in their backs.
And they struggle no more, rather submit themselves.
Still more moments pass, and they watch you silently.
They know, suddenly, that in order to get out alive,
They must team with you, and they realize you'd rather die.
Damn ironic how that turned out. They think.
In order to get out, you must all depend on each other.
Hate surges through their veins as they imagine,
Risking their lives to save you.
However, it is soon replaced by a new feeling.
You were here, you knew there was going to be danger.
You knew they would be involved, yet you came.
Suddenly it matters not that their lives are in your hands,
Rather that your life is in theirs.
You watch them enter quietly
Watch them as they gaze about suspiciously.
Watch as they refer to the note once more,
They're so sure they're in the right place,
You can smell their confidence.
A place so dark, so damp, so cold.
A place so filled with gloom.
The lights suddenly come on bright,
And you watch as they struggle a moment
Letting their eyes adjust.
Upon gazing around again,
They see the room in it's true light
They see the person they hate most ..you.
You watch the blood red eyes that gaze at them,
Watch as strong hands grasp them, watch their struggle.
You watch as the knife prods them in the backs,
And they struggle no more.
You realize now, you were called to save them.
Ha! You think, As if I'd do that for the likes of them.
You feel the same as they, your worst enemies before you.
You realize as well, that they were brought to save you.
Another realization hits - they'll never save you.
And they'll die before they team with you,
Which you know is the only way for you all to get out alive.
Damn ironic how that turned out, you think.
In order to get out, you all must depend on each other.
Hate surges through your veins as you imagine,
Risking your life to save them.
However, the hate is soon replaced by another feeling.
No matter how they felt about you,
They questioned not the note written them,
A note telling that you were in danger.
Suddenly, it matters not that your life is in their hands,
Rather that their lives are in yours.