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itwasnotasecret, itwasalsoreality
The Due
Justified, the knight unsheathes his blade And aims squarely at the squire’s throat. He chokes on the taste of metallic tang, Sweetened with a kick of a skittish man.
The knight staggers backwards and steps away From flailing limbs and screams of desperation. The squire grabs whatever he can To protect his assets, home, and honor—
Integrity he has long lost.
Rising in hand, a lump of ochre rock Shine coins, gold in the man’s wide eyes. And just when the squire steals his chance, The lump wilts into a bale of hay With clay bits falling onto the ground.
The knight sneers at the golden shards, Fake in the light of a final breath, He strikes.
Do you have to use so many cuss words?