Paula Swanson Poet Narrative

From the Diaries of Lord Kellington (2)

I wake in a rage!  
A poacher has dared step foot in this, 
my City.  It is just not done.  
The fool.
I will....extract....him tonight.

Are we that many, that we cannot stay at home?
He may be a rogue.  If he is, all the better.
They tend to put up a fight.

I will toy with him.  This rogue.  This interloper.
Give him a small chance.
In the end I will kill him of course.
I will simply behead him.

Not such a hard task.  But it is rather grisly.
Oh well.  Off I go.
Now, just what does one wear to a messy beheading?

~Lord Kellington





This is the second installment from the Diary of Lord Kellington
and my Halloween offering for Oct. 14th

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Audrey Haick October 26, 2010 at 1:54 PM Haha! He is an egotist, isn't he? On to the next...

Sylvia Coulstock October 21, 2010 at 3:10 PM Hi Paula What a gruesome fellow,don't like him much this time.Has'nt he had a bite recently?I know I get grumpy when I need to satisfy my appetite.But then I'm only human-whoops-sorry me Lord-better hurry on to the nex installment. luv June

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 14, 2010 at 8:37 PM Reminds me of the Vampire Diaries Paula.. chilling and suspenseful luv.. enjoyed tonight before bed..hahahaha..where is that garlic now?