• The fingers hold tightly around the shaft,
    memories race through her mind.
    Raises her glance up to the silvery light,
    recalls that one certain memory.
    Gazes at the blade reflecting the moon,
    raises the other hand up in the air
    and looses the battle against tears.

    A pale face full of fear,
    "On three," she thinks.
    Breathes in deeply, but not out ..