Five years ago…
He faced the window, Mount Eredren’s lord,
author of all Sarn’s pain, eyes on distant
sights, his back to the shadowed nook where bored
death waited in a teen hands. The instant
the Lord’s guards left, Sarn crept ‘cross star shined floors,
shadow-silent, knife shaking, poised to pierce
that last barrier. Full-circle once more,
victim becomes the killer; shock pierces
anger, knocks him back a step, makes him think.
Killing the Mount’s Lord won’t unwound his soul,
unbreak his bones, undo abuse. Sarn shrinks,
he’s no killer; he’s an innocent soul.
“Why didn’t you strike me down?” the mount’s lord moaned.
“Because it wouldn’t have undone what was done.”
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Redacted from a flashback sequence in “Trapped.”
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Inspired by Daily Post’s prompt: I Can’t Stay Mad at You