The Hobble of the Damned

The injured man limps towards his target, ailed by pain and plagued by suffering.

He leans closer, ever so cautiously, in fear of an agonizing backlash.

He pauses, and waits for the pain to subside if only partiality and momentarily,
then with his last ounce of strength he kisses his beloved,


Good night...




David, TCC