The Trap 4
The night wrapped everything in a dark cloak, but the moon, a shiny queen in the sky, made the ground of the wasteland glow with a soft silver light. The sand reflected the moon's beauty like a secret mirror.
Duncan stood on the city walls as he watched the battlefield.
Far off in the distance, Duncan's eyes fixed on Clawed, his lover, as he battled against unseen foes.
The sounds of fighting reached Duncan's ears, and he felt a sadness settle in his chest. It was like a heavy cloud hanging over his heart. His eyes, like windows to his feelings, held a mix of worry and love.
The moon painted Clawed's figure with a ghostly light, making him look like a hero in a tale.
Duncan couldn't help but hum a sad poem under his breath, the melody carrying the weight of his emotions. The words of the poem were like whispers of a lonely wind, reaching out into the vast expanse of the night.