Touched

This one I am fond of, Due to it's personal effect.

Rap-a-tap-tap, two men in black.
midnight 's the coat, time's the blight.
No need to win this fight.
Loser's we are, fade to night,
Lights above, I will not fight.
One steps forward shows his hand
wrinkles of lands and time of past.
second stands back and grins of sass.
To whom i stare i fear not care.
for each his own, all is game.
time has come to end my name.
leader of many, lost as one.
time will come to say his name.
Take my hand, squeeze it tight
as all is well by end of night.
Loser's we are, fade to night
Lights above, I will not fight.