cleaverchris

The woman shrouded in a thousand eyes
whispered in what was almost a voice,
“To you, good sir, I do strongly advise:
Reconsider your unfortunate choice.”
“Take back your gold if you can, puny one!”
replied the filthy brute clutching her purse.
Then she struck with a glimmer in the sun,
her bow of metal, the Musician’s Curse.
The blade sang beautifully across [...]