Sinners Cellar
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There stood a shadow of depth and flesh, a cape , a cowl, a leather vest, wings with eyes, a mothen crest , embroidered on sleeves and chest, soon there came a voice , a growl, sylables spat from an evil smile, a language of boast and bile, echoed from breast to bowel, bare be both me hands and feet, sword still sleeps in leathered sheath, my courage denied retreat, my heart ceased midbeat , nye a second lapsed, the distance between use halved, now close enough to smell his laugh, armed with flail and shield, eyes well chilled, Choices narrowed to kill or yield, swift was his initial thrust, speed nor skill but luck I trust, explains why my skull not crushed, he turned to renew his attack, sweat ran from neck to back, i reached for sword, i went to ground, instead of steel his cape i found, i rolled , twisted and pulled, sheets and blankets truth be told,
