A Deadly Encounter
Wheels burning, ever churning, a maiden of light yet yearning.
Before her, man of sorrow lay, arrived now his numbered day.
As she aims her chariot true, Fetter’s mind has yet its due.
By helm his riven future sprawled, shattered glass his thread enthralled.
Sorrow spared by padded blow, a common fellow now in stow.
Thread rimple, answer simple, she lay gun at sorrow’s temple.
Reticulate Fates
Truck
Runa
Max
Fettered Souls
Gun's roar crying, acrid scent rising, cabin now capsizing
Swirling chaos, man unbound dumping free, his mind confound
Maiden fastened, flailing still, chariot tumbels 'gainst her will.
Blades collide, errant steel screeches, coppered fluid, man's head breaches.
Severed thread, sorrow fades, maiden's radiance, on him cascades.
Harrowed Man's blight, amidst prism light, wounded by Maiden of Spite
Unseen plans