I am your protector.

I am your guardian. Your spectre.

I am the subtle shaking bass.

I am the one who walks the memories, just in case.

I am the violin string, the sorry sounding note.

I am the parallel decision, the other, unheard vote.

I am the swift of something through the trees. 

I am the hanging mist of unease.

I am the bared teeth of threat.

I am what you concluded to regret.

I am the distance never covered.

I am the kestrel who hovered.

I am the line which lays between stalk and hunt.

I am the swell inside, when you require front.

I am the follower, the hawks eye.

I am the undeceived, who looks away when you lie.

I am the unfathomable strength.

I am the weakness in both of us.

I am the wolf tracks imprinted next to you.

I am the look you spite, the look I feel too.

I am between the hands of others held.

I am what you intentionally repelled.

I am the blink on the inner iris. 

I am the most flawless, illusive virus.

I will never speak, I will turn my face first.

I will be the talisman to you, as you are my curse.

I wear the camouflage, to see me, is to sell my service.

Which is something you will never do. 

At least this way, I keep you safe, in spite of everyday.

At the expense of my own well being. That is not a cry.

I would not trade. I would rather, truly, die.

The protector will live on, the unrequited one. 

To fight every battle, even when they can't be won.

I am your life long hate, essence, love and trust. 

Always, forever, Smoke. However, never, dust.