snadwuch

A moment of truth A thought in time A glimpse at true reality A question is raised ‘Why am I here?’ But then the glimpse is gone. Once we look back To capture the glimpse again We search endlessly day and night But in time it is lost Forgotten this ‘once thought’ And we sit there wondering why.

It was midnight. I had been following her for hours now. Tracking every move she made. Sneaking beneath the shadows, waiting to pounce. There she’s out of public! I appeared behind her, weapons unsheathed and in two large slashes she was dead. My face sprayed with her blood. My sword blades were clean, no sign of what had just happened. I stood up and evaluated the situation. I picked up the limp body and carried it to the nearest hospital. I entered the hospital, girl in my arms, cape drawn closed to enclose the features of my face from the hidden cameras. The nurses looked at me in horror. One reaching towards a telephone. I unsheath