The Traveller
Swaying floorboards, echoing cheers rattling my skull, pestillence pervading, my stomach churns while I await my ale.

"Aye, traveller." The bar keep captures my attention. The erie grating of metal clanging rings, bloodshed fouls the land before me. This war will never end, at least it seems so.

My knuckles, bare, intercept the path of the cup from the bar keep. I  let the cup hover under my hood, my eyes catch a once familiar face. Stricken with ill fate, grief reveals itself within the man's face.

Sweet relief, a swig of the liquid eases the sweltering heat present in my throat while the man in the cup vanishes into me. 

The cheers expand the walls, they are so ignorant of what's happening. Another cup clangs into my open palm. The chill of the liquid lingers, the vanishing man appears before me once again.  

"Bar keep," he turns, " the bottle." On request, he completes it with two instead. He leaves the inn leaving a note in his place. Droplets circle the words " sorry", "love", and "forever" leaving the paper wet near the bottom. Alone, lost in a world now foreign to him after his loss, he too will be reunited with her. 
I salute to the bar keep with a tip of the bottle as I no longer remain concealed under my hood.

The echo's halt, the walls relax, and realization of the horror strikes the ignorant. Panic spreads, the walls no longer expand but rather, grow in red. The ignorant flee for their lives as I remain indulging liquid relief. 

My soul tainted as dark as these spots on my skin, the ignorant, they too will succumb to their early demise.


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