On a Lark….

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KILL HER! HE DECLARES!

SO SAY THE OUTLAW UBAR

KILL HER

Coins, thrown, scattered across his desk with this scrawled note. The outlaw had taken to such evils to avoid the illumination of his obfuscated identity. Caprus…. the lacky, scum…. Which within rested VALOR.

A hand moved the note to the side, his head hanging. His mind raced to counting the murders he had committed, the lives he had ended needlessly.Tears fell from the mans eyes to land upon the clue to his task; One picture, drawn by whomever the Ubar had commanded. He made a silent promise to himself that this would be the very, very last Word.

He cried

She who brought an assassin to tears.

Twas not without remorse that I took coin…

The woman he would spy, red hair for which most men would gladly die. His hand held the dagger, to his side it would wait as his eyes followed her innocent gait. He closed his eyes and to his chest the dagger was placed, a heart slashed and a life erased.

Death was her bait, she fell over him in embrace, his last action a dagger impaled deeply to the left of her waist.

She is mine. But I am hersCOMPLETE

To dust they would fade together.

 

 

 

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