Softly
The woman turned the heavy gold key slowly. She felt the pins in the lock give way as she slowly moved her wrist. A single soft 'click' sounded, and she gently pulled the key back out and slipped it into her pocket.
One hand on the old oak door, she nudged. Slowly, so that the stiff brass hinges creaked only exceedingly softly. Only a few creaks, far too soft for any guard to hear.
Slowly she pushed, and the heavy oak door scraped across the wooden floor. Softly, so no guard would hear.
The door passed over the interval of wood, and now opened out onto the cold stone road. The door swung freely now, with the road an inch lower. Still she pushed softly. To make a sound now would ruin it all. The hinges still creaked. But still too softly for any guard to hear.
Stepping lightly out of the shop-house, the woman turned to close the door. Slowly she closed it, so that the creaks were soft for him to hear.
Walking very slowly, her black cloth shoes made hardly a sound. Her dark clothes melded into the night, so that she looked a floating flame. The cloth shoes, as they lightly touched the ground with each step, made sounds too soft for any guard to hear.
She tread across the road called the Gold. Through the Cyclopean city it ran, like a wick through a candle. Her steps were too soft for any guard to hear.
She saw the guard, by a fork in the stone road. Her black clothes melded into the night. She put her hands over her hair, as a cover over a burning candle. Treading so very softly, she had crossed the road.
At the second door now. The prize was so very near! Heart racing she turned the key. Too soft for any guard to hear…
Slowly she pushed on the heavy oaken door. It's brass hinges creaked, too soft for the guard to hear. It reached into the house and scraped the wooden floor. The woman was careful, as she was before.
She removed her hands, and the flame burned again.
She was within! Quickly she turned. Slowly she closed the door, to soft for him to hear.
An old lover greeted her, and she touched his throat fondly. But his time was not tonight.
She ascended the wooden stairway, slowly and softly. The creaks were many, but thankfully too soft to really hear.
She reached the second floor, and stepped into the light. Before her stood the one she would love tonight.
The lich walked towards her, and placed his hands on her curves. Her black clothes slipped off, her black skin the one melding now. He kissed her flaming orange hair, that hidden candle in the night. She slipped his clothes off, and beheld the gruesome sight.
The two knew that the time was near. Mounting the bed, Falanu moaned.
Loud enough to hear.