surprise

If this is not an ambush,

why am I so afeared;

who is it that behind me

murmurs threats so sweet, so dear.

I glory not in gore or pain,

there is nothing I adore.

But if this is to end in terror true,

let me have it more.

© 2018 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.


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