The dark & horned villain brandishing
a staff in thick and strong hand
broods by red soaked jagged walls,
contemplating schemes in flickers of flame –

this shadow inside my mind-cave
lets out a fleet of demon horses
when my guard is down on a mountainside,
trapped on the trail with blistered feet,

no help, no aid for hours around –
down to myself vs myself
with only a stick from the trailside