THE MOMENT
"Two nights...." the hag said.
Her accent thick, "...you dead."
Roger nodded and formed a plan.
A day to make arrangements;
Then, his race began.
"I'll chase the sun," Roger thought.
"Avoid the night and prevent
my expiration." He felt clever.
During a pit stop, he was caught.
Soldiers armed and armored
boarded the plane. Taking over.
"Kill him," One gave a command.
"I was wrong," Roger murmured.
The intruders approached him.
Two knights. Weapons in hand.
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