fight in the night

she pulls her jacket closer to her
as the cat at her ankle purrs
black as night
she will end the fight
hiding in the dark
her face is stark
her friends stand there
showing they care
the air reeks of fear
her keen ears hear
the army of night
is now in sight
with the help of a friend
this all shall end
not afraid of death
not scared of that last breath
as the fight ensues
what path will she choose
the one everyone suspects
will not be the one she selects
she will go down fighting
until the sun is lighting
and in the end
three will mend
and one shall fly away