prologue

The wind sings in this mid-noon day.

A cold breeze sweeps up from the bay.

A single thought races in my mind.

Can I really kill my own kind?

He is ruthless, he is cold.

Killing him would be nothing but bold.

An evil lord ruling a peaceful land.

Two weeks ago I got a plan

I’ll take him out while he sleeps.

I’ll give the lord back his sheep.

I should get ready and leave tonight.

If any one gets in my way there’ll be a fight.

Reviews

[Flow]

A poetic story I like this concept and the intense feeling of gloom that you are building making me want to read more. Excellent work on this.

[No One Important]

This is a great beginning to a good story...does he have a change of heart? Does he get harder and more ruthless with the blood on his hands? These are questions that are brought to mind from both these pieces...well done and keep it up son!!!