for someone in the shadows

For what rite shall we cross our swords?
A dance? Before what sort of tryst?
Why threaten me with negative,
In your promise of a new twist

To my existence? Dare I ask
Exactly what's in store for me,
If I succumb to your request,
Which I find irresistably

Compelling. Who, and what are you;
To dare sway an escort of Death?
To make me look another way?
To cause me to bestill my breath?