I had followed the woman in the hooded cloak
The warrior who had led me with a smile
Clothed my nakedness
After a
day’s journey
I had yet
to see her face
At
nightfall we reached a camp
SmallDesolate
But for another
Passively observing our entry
My guide
went directly for a ladle
Scooped
the contents of a potHovering over the fire
Filled a wooden cup
Added cool water
‘Tea’
She
offeredReminding
‘We journeyed too long without food or drink.’
I took
the cup, warm in my hands, and drank
The amber
liquid was bitterI spat it out
The
woman’s laugh echoed
‘Worry
not childIt only tastes bitter for a moment’
The tone of her voice
Turned my stomach
She
watched curiously
For what
reason I knew not
Until the
pain came
I
doubled-over
Looked to
her With a grimace
When our
eyes met
She
raised her armsPulled back her hood
Revealing thick fair hair
Framing dark ochre eyes
She
strolled slowly
IntentionallyLeisurely
By the fire
“You
know…I’ve been watching you.’’
Her voice
was a soft melodic coo
With the
tilt of her head she smiled a magnetic smile
Her face, now clear in the golden light
Was familiar
Scorn
flew freely from my tight throat
“Who are
you?” I spat
The cramps
Which
had lessenedWere debilitating still
My exertion had tasked what little breath I had
I lost balance and tipped to the ground
It’s always so cold and damp near the water
Small stones pierced my face
Clung to the
cold sweat now present
I pulled myself to rest against
a makeshift wall
A heavy streak of liquid slid
from my forehead
Blazed past my lips to land on
my chest
What has this bitch given me?
“Tsk,
Tsk, Tsk…
You don’t
remember me? Ahh, it’s just as well,
it’s all the same – in the end.”Her full lips spread across her face igniting her eyes
She beamed arrogantly
Unfastening her cloak
She let it
fall to the earth
Tightened her thick leather vest
Paid me no mind as she
unsheathed her sword
Surveyed its beauty
It was fine in point
and design
Polished for
death
I remain,
Lesley
Hallelujah
Heartist
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