Rivers of Blood
Morning between stone walls
months after turned rat
myself and other guardsman
met an odd character
meddling in our trajectory
Percival, at your service
pale guards turn and gawk
prospecting over, sizing up their mark
pejorative stares provoke inevitable tension
pointed tools extend instead of open hands
Debana kote
Daedalus shrinks away
dim-lit corridor washed red in horror
drawn blade of Perc directs Daedalus to retreat
do you feel safer in his new kingdom than here
Written report submitted for review
why would a brigand spare an architect
what is the reason for revealing himself
was this just another test of obedience
will I become another dead-end trial