The Observer

The subtle smell of fresh sweat
And blessed breathing in the darkness...
Don't dare hit the lights on
For fear it will hinder to listen:

Your steps tonight
Are somehow different; impatient.
Do you feel my presence?
I know, staring confuses you
But there is an excuse:
I am only listening...

No matter what happened
Or what will,
For me you are the winner tonight.
Ask anything for the reward
And I shall give it.
But only with the condition
That next time we meet,
The victory will belong to me.