Silken veils, intoxicating perfumes, senses heightened, night-time falling.
Beneath the silken veil an unexpected occurrence, shiny steel, drawn
Flames licked into the night sky reflect and live again on the surface of steel.
Shock he did not expect this treachery, naked he stands vulnerably, thinking.
He lifts an arm in defence, to feel muscles pierced and then ripped across, blood
Thick and bright, runs freely, the veil lies on the ground near the fire, redundant.
She pushes back golden curls sweat drenched, fear and despair rage through
Her breast, angrily, antagonistically, the knife comes slashing across his chest.
He opens up cleanly, the sharpness is surgical in its performance, thud
His head banged off the stack of logs when dropping to the ground, his eyes wide.
Laughter roared around the camp, but nobody was around to hear.
She knelt by his fallen frame and put a manicured fingertip to his lips.
His pitiful brown eyes peered into her face, she looked right back at him.
“You took her word, you were going to wait for confirmation” he whispered. Gasping.
His heart exploded as the blade struck viciously and the air left his body, whoosh.
Leaning over his body she kissed his already cold lips, then she cried, and cried.
The fire crackled and burned oblivious, warming her legs, she stood up and without
Looking behind her walked away, pushing hair back from her face, and smiling.