the father of phoenix .

showing them lads how it's done

I’m close enough to stir your breath,
Yet ever so distant like a whisper of death.
I move without sound, never in sight,
the unseen face behind the fight.
I never talk, that's for the night,
striking unnoticed, swift yet with might.

No need for words, the darkness will tell,
Of strength that rises where others fell.
I’m not the voice, but I am the one-
the silence that lingers when it's all said and done.