Cornered

Cornered

Hollow halls seem empty devoid of life, consumed. Much that is, is hidden now, deep within the gloom, waiting just waiting for life's breath to be resumed. A child who has gone missing, her small death presumed, sits huddled in a corner here, waiting for her doom. Hollow halls seem empty, devoid of life, consumed. He searched for her, knife in hand, her scent like perfume, her blood and sweat, and her fear, fell about the room, waiting just waiting for life's breath to be resumed. Outside the stable, saviors shout, the bark of dogs resumed, cowering in the midden, hiding from the groom, hollow halls seem empty, devoid of life, consumed. They had found her coffin, but no corpse was exhumed. A shot rang out, she saw him die, bloody-chest abloom, waiting just waiting for life's breath to be resumed. Great gagging gasps, bellow's breath, rose in heated plumes, as dogs and men came running, at the rifles boom. Hollow halls seem empty, devoid of life, consumed waiting just waiting for life's breath to be resumed.