Poem without a title

Crawling out of the shadows
Having hidden behind the Gate of Day
You sneak unbidden into my dreams.
Under the cloak of night
You call to me,
A mask of warmth belying your true intent.
You try to lure me away,
With promises of emotional release
But I know your solution is Death.
Just when you think the odds are in your favour
A shout will disperse your misty entity.
Closing ranks, the heat of two bodies
Sandwich me in safety,
In sleep, my Guardians, my Protectors.
A hand stills my quivering torso,
A cold nose rests against my ear,
These two will defend me
And pitch war against those who wish me harm.
Do not think to turn the tables
And cast your evil in their direction.
As One, we will thwart your plans,
And you can never win.
Light will shine or the Dawn will come
And you must retreat into the dark
Where you belong,
Into the recesses of long ago when things were confused.
I was different then, unloved and not whole,
But I have found my destiny.
You are not welcome in it,
And I dismiss you as the nothing you are.

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