I would kill the earl; this I knew.
They flocked to me as I entered the citadel.
"He's a dangerous man! Get out while you still can!"
I pressed on, fists clenched, eyes afire.
I would kill the earl.
Through labyrinth I tore, stone passages twisting ever inward. Their eyes shied from me as I neared.
I ripped open the last door. He wheeled to face me.
We circled each other. We eyed each other, his gaze strangely familiar.
I stepped, he stepped; I advanced, he advanced.
He held out a hand. I took it.
And so we danced.
About the Creator
MA Snell
I'm your typical Portlander in a lot of ways. Queer, cheerfully nihilistic, trying to make a quiet name for myself in a big small town. My writing tends to be creepy and—let's hope—compelling. Beware; and welcome.
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