David Yohman
Silent Sentry
A soldier stands watch in a cold dark place
He looks out on a cold dark night
A lone sentry keeping his friends safe
A chill goes up his spine
He sees movement in the cold dark night
He challenges the intruder from the cold dark place
Only to be pierced by a nameless face in the cold dark night
The soldier lies facedown in that cold dark place
Struck down by that nameless face