Queen's Gambit
The faint tap of my heels down the hall
Father always said it was like music:
Bone on rock, click click click
Blend with the clock, tick tick tick
This sparkling silver sliver in my grasp
Emerald green handle, a polished twinkle to the tapered point
My last remnant of his legacy left for me
But his death will not be in vain
A flash in the window, I press to the shadows
Silence reigns as I begin again
Bone on rock, click click click
Blend with the clock, tick tick tick
I open the door to his room wide
The soft snore of an idiotic angel
He'll pay for what he did to Father
But first we'll play a game
One life here, one life there
Does it really matter who?
They all are going to die anyway
Since that's what people do
Of course, he'll try to save them
Such a dull flaw of his
A waste of remarkable talent
I could have used him well
But first this life for now
Funny how trusting men can be
Flirt on lips, hands on hips
A smile, a wink, a dance, a drink
Then the web is final, lie and wait till a quarter past one
The little fly shall rest
Bone on rock, click click click
Blend with the clock, tick tick tick
I rest my dagger's tip against my forearm
Sharp and deadly, perfect
I glance around my surroundings
Silent and personal, perfect
A faultless scapegoat sacrifice
My knife glides along his neck, a sleek and shimmering serpent
Warm blood trickles from the wound,
Another pawn now slain
Softly I take his wrist with my jade gloved hand
One dip of his thumb into the red creek
With my other I take out a mint green letter
Press the thumb to the envelope once then twice
Tuck the letter in his shirt with a light tap
My move completed, now his time begins
Bone on rock, click click click
Blend with the clock, tick tick tock
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Harris and Bell: Shorts
General FictionA collection of scenes and short stories containing Gregory and/or Kendall. Could be used in a future tale, could just remain here as a random scene. Some scenes may contain future spoilers.
