This pain coursing in my chest…
He’s close, he’s stillhere…
Lingering, bereft,
Upon instinct, the adrenaline flows
Without thought, effortless, I land
Rushing forward to the scene
Weary of the man,
The man who put this bishop
Directly into play
My mirrored reflection
Surely there’s a deeper meaning
A king to smite this day…
Trial3: Mirror - Mirror
The scene, chaos
The crowd, aflutter
A sight, gruesome to behold
“What happened?” Rings astranger’s voice
“Did he lose his foothold?”
Coming from behind,
Pushing inward through the crowd
In the moment it hits, the image isloud
I see every detail, no matter howminute
I see the very moment
He breathes his last…
“Adieu.”
The driver of the compact
On the other hand,
Ready to break
He can’t even stand…
Guilt, ravaging his heart
As well as his mind
“I barely looked away a second…”
Composure, he cannot find
“It’s as if he came out ofnowhere…”
And that’s because he did
That curse, not only a mark of death…
But forcing the bid
Why him? Why this man?
What the hell was the point?
What the hell was the plan?
Even with my extraordinary sight,
With everything I can see
It’s as if a blind spot
It makes no sense to me…
Just as the moment
Frustration, ever so, it nears
I catch a glimpse of the killer’sface
He looks at me, dead in the eyes
Gives a smile as he's gone
Did my eyes just lie?
Suddenly, a voice rings out
“Why was he chasing you?”it cries
“What?” I reply
This man, I have to wonder
Why…?
What reason had he to die…?
“No.” I continue
“That wasn't me.”
“Sure as hell looked like you,”Says the man
As the others affirm
Their gazes bearing down
To them I look like a worm
Trying to defend my innocence
With but a lose - scanning gaze,
Monitoring the crowd
Looking for someone out of place,
Someone looking like me
Someone oddly proud
This event, an ego play…
Certainly, it had to be
Otherwise why?
Why so extravagant?
There’s something I can’tsee…
And here they come, the cops
Within moments they arrive
They’ll never solve this one…
No matter how they try
Sure, they’re competent…
At “mortal” crimes
But this…?
This one’s arcane
Evidence they can’t hope to find
“Everyone, please remain in thearea.
We need to take your statements.”
The officer so begins,
And if this was a football game
You know who would win
Large, no neck
Doughnuts his best friend
I wonder if he’d pop by the pokeof a pin
More fun I couldn’t hope to have…
This is gonna suck
I can’t really tell the truth
They would never believe me
And I promise you this,
Theywouldn’t cut me loose
As the other boys in blue
Round up the passersby
It’s found, the piece that wasmissing
Moving, it catches my eye
An imp, running a foul
Grabbing something out of the deadman'spocket
Something gold and uniquely stained
A watch?
I should’ve guessed
I should’ve known
That that’s how this would play
Imps work on the cheap
And they have no compunction
They’d rob their own mothers
If promised a special something
Mortals can’t see them
Sneaky, mischievous, and quiet as amouse
With not a single clue as to how,
They could probably steal your house…
Watching closely,
He heads to the perimeter
He can lead me to my mark
I need to be careful though
They’re easily spooked,
Especially by a dog's bark
With a few steps
I give chase
I have to be quick
It’s like grabbing a shoelace
“Hey, you can’t do this!
You’re breaking the rules!”
His voice almost filled with helium
Hard to take him seriously
Being the color of cerulean
“Is that so? What a shame.”
My response, almost tame
“Who hired you?”
I give a glare
“I want to know a name.”
Slack jawed and eyes of shock
As if he’s seen a ghost
Clinging tightly to the watch
“What the?! It was you!” Heboasts
“This is too much!
That's it! I’m done!”
That's an imp for you... always on therun...
Instantly, his fangs pierce my skin
Biting my hand, I drop him
As he slips away…
I’m at a loss for words
What did he mean by that?
What a little turd…
That watch, I know it
I've seen it somewhere before
Rubbing my hand,
It nags me at my core
Realizing I need to hide
When abruptly, on my shoulder,
A hand from behind...
Oh great, doughnut face…
And I’m the prime suspect in thiscrime
This day couldn’t get any worse
I’m under arrest, of course…
But that aside,
What the hell did the imp mean?
Someone changing the tide?
Eyes like mine involved in crime?
Someone who looks like me?
No scent upon the air
But I’m positive he’swatching…
My reflection, he's here
Trial4: Judgment
Alone I sit, here in this box
No windows and no door…
Save the way that I came
In order to win,
I have to play the game
The rules ever shifting
My only ally, grifting
Many questions knocking at my core
Thinking back now,
This whole day…
It really has been off
“Well, so it begins.”
The officer starts with a cough
“I don’t know who you are,
And frankly, I don’t care.
I caught you red handed, kid
So, admit it, fair and square…”
With a dumbfounded gaze,
I stare at his face
Is this guy really a cop?
He thinks I’m a murderer
But what’s my motive?
Oh, his bubble, I’m about to pop…
“Admit what?” I reply,
My tone cool as ice
“You really didn’t put muchthought into this.”
I can’t bring myself to be nice
“Motive? Means?
I just got on scene
The moment that you arrived…”
Your move, doughnut face
Maybe his face is an actual bee hive…
“I’m asking the questionshere!”
Now, puffing up his chest
“Why were you at the scene?”
He thinks he’s caught me in atest…
“Well, you see good sir,”
and so, I begin my lie
What other choice do I have?
Can’t really tell him I fell fromthe sky
“I was on my way for breakfast
When I heard the screech of rubber.
As everyone else also did,
Curiosity got me better.”
“I don't buy it,” He glares
“Witnesses report you beingchased by the victim.
That's more than sufficient evidence.”
But before I can give my rebuttal
I feel a chilling presence…
Then the door swings open
Abruptly so, in fact
But that’s not all,
As another surprise,
One more startling than that
With a single cold gazing stare
The meaning clear: Mute
Jack's attire quite fitting
It suits her well…
An icy blue business suit
“I’m in the middle of aninterrogation here…”
He simply doesn’t know…
The danger he’s now in
He should be quaking with fear…
He committed a punishable sin
Not surprising however,
Considering we don’t exist…
To them, unexplained
His death would be a mere parlor trick
Shockingly enough,
Not even an angry wince
Her eyes, somehow distracted
This frigid air, tense
“Interrogation's over,
My client is coming with me…”
He’s just about
