The clatter of hooves filled the air,
like a trumpet sounding its long call.
Moti held his sword
and walked toward Cecil, step by step,
just as he always had.
Moti brushed his fingers across Cecil’s cheek.
“Look at me. I love you so much...”
All that remained was the sword in his hand,
stained with blood...
This is my first time writing a novel. Updates will be slow, and I apologize for the poor reading experience.
Theme: No one can remain forever in a lofty place, looking down on everyone else.
