Death claws like dead limbs (of trees or of men)

Reach out of the dark to snare me,

And hold me back in this hazy room

Choked with smoke from the last fire.

I cannot fight back because I am afraid.

Then he walks by and sees me in the haze--

But I'm too afraid to cry for help.

What if he does not wish to save me?

What if he prefers another damsel in distress?

So my fear feeds the invisible, death-like vise

And the smoke that stills my breath,

And I just stare at him as I stand

Alone in the darkness and trapped,

Too afraid to speak his name aloud,

Scared to risk my freedom, too afraid to sacrifice it

Even for a reality that is far greater.

Must my fear keep me a prisoner of loneliness forever?