Requiem
Moonlight reflected off the black sheath. Long fingers gripped the haft and a sadistic grin appeared as the other rolled up his red sleeve. Pain lanced through his body and dark stains led a trail of red on the parched grass. His feet carried him away.
With one arm he traveled to his lover, kissed her forehead, and then pulled the silver chain over his head, the Jewel sparkling in the candlelight. Drops of blood were left on the wooden floor.
Once again he traveled, into the arms of another woman, who kissed his forehead coldly, then led him to his final resting place in the burning fires of Hell.
