I am standing in the middle of darkness.

I can see nothing but the blackness that engulfs me.
From out of this nothing, from all around me, come forms
from the pits of my deepest nightmares.
I look around me, and see that I am utterly alone.
I draw my weapons, salute the horrors that converge
upon me, and attack.
I know not whether I shall win or lose.
I fight knowing that to give up without fighting
was never an option, aware that I can no longer run.

--The Wandering Bard--