Different set, same tune.

The ghosts gave no applause.

The arrow would always point true.

The roaches will eat their own.

A fortress of scaffolds and concrete.

Two orphans, united in their sin.

Inside the gauntlet, his blood mixed with hers.

The last leaf of autumn.

Her body in marble, frozen in time.

King of Hearts.

His voice the sweet lull of dry leaves.

Their skulls as flower beds.

Of salt and conquest.

The ghosts that haunted them kept their silence.

The lull between one breath and the next.

Afterword.

She was the Queen, and he was but a guest.

The words muffled by a gasp or sob.

Lighter than lavender yet darker than wine.

Wearing a mane does not make one a lion.

The woodcut hell of an Escher print.

I’ll fly, but I won’t be Icarus.

Webtoon Adaptation!

What has being King ever gotten me?

Each Warlord took their pound of flesh.

Hitting sixteen on a dealer’s ten.