Kidnap

Through a desecrated camp she slithered through
The home that she'd escaped
She searched around for the yellow leaf
That surrounded the Devil's Demon

In frustration she urged her mind to think
Remember all she could
Once the Flight's own garden had been . . .
Blast it! Over there!

She spots the treasure and leaps for it
Collecting all she could
A lighter chuckle breaks the quiet
Just behind her back

She quickly stands holding the leaves
And stuffs them in a pocket
The Flight watches, waiting too
A hoard of men with him

Again the asks for his pupil's return
But her choice has been made
He sneers and speaks again of lies
The lies that taint her past

He cackles of her mother the whore
And a barely honorable father
She'd been destroyed for selling herself
To the spawn of worthless men

The woman doesn't stir for the Flight doesn't know
She already knows this tale
Enraged by her lacking use
The Flight's men then descend.


Next Week: Choices