An Enemy

In shadows cast by darkened skies, a figure looms, a silent dread,

An enemy whose gaze is cold, whose heart is forged in iron red.

Through twisted paths and hidden veils, it weaves its web of silent spite,

With eyes that pierce the bravest soul, and whispers that can chill the bone,

It strikes when least expected, in moments when we feel alone.

For every wound it seeks to give, we rise again with fiercer might.

So face the foe with courage strong, for in the battle's fiery storm,

An enemy reveals the light, and from the ashes, we transform.