Kneeling on the grass
Biding his time, holding breath
Aligning his bow.
From up high takes sight
Focused on her coiffured head
Ready for the strike.
She looks up at him
Her glance filling him with awe
Her eyes stop all time.
Dagger pierces throat
Despite pain he loves her still
Fade into blackness.
I’ve just realised, the morning after I posted this, that I used the word ‘time’ twice and I wasn’t very clear on who died – what a clutz! So, now I need your help; please vote to tell me what I should do.
The votes are in: unanimously for not changing a thing! The story therefore remains as it is.
Thank you for voting 😀