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I never saw your face wear such fear
until that moment we faced his.
Ghost haunted by its own dark spectre,
years trapped by a long dark shadow
snapping at your heels, now grinning
as he walks downstairs to greet us.
You told me once, over dark wine by the fireplace
about the dream that stalked you
night after night. This moment, now:
demanding your return, to break your spirit twice over.
In your sleep there is no hesitation
no remorse as I turn over pet to master.
For a moment I saw it in your eyes,
fear that waking I might do the same.
Distrust sharp as pointed steel between my ribs,
I wish I had been the one to rip out
that bastard's heart, if only to prove
how completely you gripped mine.