Your lantern lights a hopeless dark
But it goes without saying, you are no friend
Your knife still shines, hidden in your cloak
Did I save my game?
It’s getting dicey.
With the goober step of your flounder
Yellow eyes looking all directions
As if you were prey, but a predator aura
You clunk like an aging professor
Lantern clacking, shuffling your feet
No sense of danger
Until you stick me.
Game over.
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Perfectly crafted