SS
Dragging back my carcass
To the castle I abhor
I wince at the time
As usual, it's gone four
Finally at the dungeons
Not too far to go
I realise with a grimace
I must go very slow
For my leg,
or rather my knee
Had been savaged
utterly
I reach out with red hands
To the wall, my only support
The crimson liquid is slippy-I fall
My quest cut short
Laying in a heap,
bathing in blood,sweat and tears
The pain overwhelms me
For the first time in years
Sprawled in a haze
As silent as the dead,
I fail to notice, the ruby trail
left in my stead
Little did I know,
in my moment of inertness
That someone had seen the tracks
And with expert curtness
Had swiftly changed course
To see the source of the path
To see if she could be of aid
Oh, what a bloody farce!
If I had been alert
I would have seen her face
The reaction shocked and scared
She immediately quickened her pace
The last thing I remember,
intoxicated with pain,
is seeing angel eyes
And my heart's hurt wane
The plot thickens...