Titans

That’s when I feel it:

a weight on my hip,

a coldness on my bones.

It presses, it claws, it digs.

And when my skin brushes metal

I know what it is.

Shadows up ahead,

noise in torchlight.

The darkness swirls to block

such things from sight.

Danger, danger, tonight

we are haunted.

The spectral figures

dance in the dark.

There’s fear on fear, then instinct –

hand at hip, fingers closing on cold,

and then –

Light. “Lilith,

What are you do–”

“Ghosts.” My lips speak, dry, cold.

The torch light moves and bounces

off the faces of our nightmares.

“Scare or be scared,” I whisper.

Lowering light, rising dark,

rising arm in the dark, the light

casting shadows so bright.

Metal cold and knuckles white.

There’s no time for fear this night,

and breathing slow – a trained eye –

“Lilith! They’re peop–”

– on the dead.

BANG.