The Guardian Of Fear
Cold fingers climb your spine yet from your mouth no speech; Your heart explodes with rapid beat but help seems out of reach.
Don't deny that this is you, for I've seen it all before; Chewing nails to the quick, back against the door.
One thing that you must understand, for your reckoning is near; Throughout your life you must endure your own fair share of fear.
My job is not to complicate, though in some circles I am hated; I've seen men being torn apart till their shaman was sated.
At the dawn of time my kind were here, working for one purpose; You might call us accountants but it's a job we can't discuss.
Your ancient world was a trial run, there were kinks to iron out; A blinking eye and an age flew by as the great gods watched with doubt.
We were there at Noah's flood and when Gilgamesh was slain; At Caracol hearts held aloft as the donor dies in pain.
Playing tricks with native minds while Romans conquered land; I watched in silent triumph then and even played a hand.
Genghis Khan hired my kind to sweep across the land; To enter dreams and bring forth screams to give him upperhand.
China's first great ruler and his dream to tame a land; Ramses' use of poison darts and Alfred's last command.
The slaughter and the torture and wailing screams of pain can take its toll on even us - some have turned quite insane.
My view began to slowly change, its time I know not when; I grew concerned at lives we'd changed and boys who'd not be men.
As Alexander's trusted aide, I held dark forces back; And walked with Caeser down darkened halls, poised for an attack.
The Oracle at Delphi I consider my true friend; I try to help out with her work to see each person's end.
Robert Bruce in a darkened cave with a spider spinning web; I squeezed his shoulder as it made its swing, and saw his dark doubt ebb.
Saving Templars was a tricky job - I watched that pope's last breath; And shed some tears at ravaged Troy and raged at Joan's slow death.
There's two I need to tell you of, to indicate my view; First Hitler and then Stalin - to show what I now do.
I haunted Hitler's twisted mind - his objections were inane; I jumped inside and destroyed his pride and unleashed all my pain.
Stalin's death was lingering, if you do remember; The pain I caused him - my taste of hell; his life's a now-cold ember.
My icy grip is always close but please regard me as a friend; I'm only there so we can share life's fears so you'll transcend.
Copyright 2005 Nick Nash
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