Your horns and your hips sway so precisely. So melodically. Your axe always remains steady by your side. You menace me. I have known you for so long as my steadfast aggressor. You are my ever-vigilant shadow. You have been behind me whether I walk or run, and I can’t stop. I’ve never stopped. I don’t know what would happen if I did.

But your voice has faded as of late. It’s so cold and bright out here. I have begun to stroll. I want you to come for me again. Please, speak up. Speak up for me. Let me know you’re coming, let me know why I should still despair. Sing of my doom. I don’t want to stop.