K A L O P S I A

TWENTY - SIX

Like a shadow
following his little bird
the monster
kept his eyes keenly fixed on her

She was afraid of him
and he could scarcely understand
why she had changed so abruptly toward him

The fire
the lust of adventure
of murder
of god like auras
had all but washed away

All that remained
was the dripping, terrified dregs of the nightingale's stupidity
of his own stupidity

He had thought for a single moment
he had found the perfect pet
someone with not enough wits to run away

She was not clever enough to understand
it all for herself

So what had happened?
What had she done?
What had she seen?

What had she seen?