Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

I Knew I would Die Here

The three hooded beings came stealthily, silently, secretively.
The cobblestones gave nothing away as they sneaked past a few.
I saw them, and wondered, but did not realize they were heading for me.
It was too late to run, and my weapons were nowhere in sight.
I thought I could take the one on the left
But the sword-carrier would no doubt run me through if I did.
The one in the middle looked the most dangerous; for he held two swords.

One of them began to laugh.
The sound was chilling; my muscles tensed.
Cornered, I knew I would die here.
Don’t you recognize me, Sister?
It was my twin and her odd friends, having fun.
She had never seemed more dangerous which is saying a lot.
For she has always been diabolical and mean.
I knew then I was in sincere danger.

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