the messenger
with his basic language
knowing the land and roads
knowing the king's reactions
spending weeks on those empty roads
The long knife his only company
scrolls his burden
a strange virtue
when wolves would not howl
lonliness screamed
and the messenger was still
A moving part of the countryside
ears at night and during daylight his eyes
A hooded phantom between kingdoms
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