A red ghost scurries through the night. She is dark; cunning. Her thoughts are filled with naught
A happy smile. She hides the kiss of death within her hand, its golden handle all the more deadly within the witch's grasp. A show of affection meant for only one powerful man
But he sees her. He sees her body draped in the color of blood as her feet patter against the stones throughout the halls.
And he follows her
A game of cat and mouse
Who is the predator, tonight?
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They corner each other near the tower, both intent to kill
Both looking forward to the end of the other's life
Darken the other's gaze
Predator and prey
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They hate each other: they love each other
Their bodies collide as they tumble about the flagstones. To cut the
Others throat
The thought if only brief, relishing in the thought, living in the moment
Before the kisses begin. Before
The unfurling of clothing drapes around their feet
And they hate/love the feeling of the other's skin
Before they remember, if the memory be so faint,
How they love each other: hate each other
How long will this game go on?