The Finger Ring of Madame Larang
There she was,
So old and enticing,
At the very center of attention,
Surrounded by many, guarded by few.
There I was,
Young and in awe,
Within a few feet of her,
Circling her. Pacing. Admiring.
Later that evening,
Crawling through tight spaces,
Keeping to the dark places,
I looked through the glass,
Making certain she was there.
An alarm went off,
Sirens blazing,
My heart was racing.
I took her with me,
She belonged to me.
Up to the roof,
That’s the plan of escape.
A storm of lead.
A veil of darkness.
Running. Hiding. Running. Hiding.
I vanish forever and so does the world famous ring.
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