Author: Isandria Lilith Yorkshire PM
He has a goblet, jeweled and full, yet he lacks a cloak or cape or hood. Ask anyone, because no one knows.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy/Suspense - Words: 90 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3081688
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Pouring poison clear as water.
Heavy glass, cool as ice.
Downing in one,
Of anything amiss
In the bejeweled goblet that weighs down the hand
Of the sojourner in the inn without cloak or hood.
The drinker takes it
When offered with a bow.
The hearts held in the drinker's hand
Fall just as he.
First drops, the deadliest.
But it is silent
As the sojourner
Conjures his cloak
From the air swirling 'round him.
And with a wave
And a hidden smile,
He is gone.