A shadow shifts, a flicker of dim light.
My heart beats fast, a drum against my ribs,
My hand on the blade, a silent, steady grip.
Who's in my house? Who dares to trespass here?
I'm Kate, and this is where my fear takes hold, my dear.
I hear a cough, a rustle in the hall,
They're coming closer, I'm ready for their fall.
The door swings open, a sliver of pale light,
They stand there frozen, bathed in the moon's white.
Their eyes are wide, their faces pale with fright,
"Get out," I whisper, "or face the coming night."
I stand there strong, a warrior in my room,
My voice a tremor, but my eyes a burning loom.
They stumble back, their faces full of dread,
And I can hear them whisper, "She's not to be misled."
They slink away, their footsteps barely heard,
I'm left alone, but no longer afraid, unheard.
The house is mine, a fortress in the dark,
And I, the guardian, will leave my mark.