The trumpet sounds like rolling fog at first light, like a masquerade A goblin smiles with sheer delight As tea with Florences is made. A chemise drapes down brittle bones not showing their true oddly shape Freckles spread like confetti dots While silken layers spread and drape.
A shadow lurked in the hidden recess of the abandoned doorway. No one would see him here, nor would they think they had to look for anything. He had the city glued to his every movement, his every activity but they hadn’t been able to find any clues as to who this man was who was taking innocent women from their homes and leaving them for dead in the ruins. What he didn’t foresee was what would become of his next victim. She was stronger than most and she would survive his torture, so that she could bring him in.