knight to C3  - (lepperochan & Jestalessa)

she smiles as morning breeze kisses her face    
fresh cut grass and tulips lend their fragrance    
to the brisk walk through Tavistock Square    
where Woolf peers through silver birch    
and sounds of chirping are the season's compliments
   
odd litter clings to the curb whilst loiterers'    
coffee and baking remind her that breakfast    
had been foregone for a change of shoes    
and the donning of a silver charm - eye-catching, she hopes    
elusive number 30 in sight, brisk walk turns to jog    
   
her familiar stranger is getting on when she arrives    
clutching his back pack, as usual, and she knows    
if he would just say 'hello', she would do the rest    
as she has been over it in her head a hundred times    
daydreaming both befores and afters of dinners and films    
   
nudging through patrons, she catches a glimpse    
of his striking dark hair and sits across the aisle    
draws a flirty side-grin, ha, he noticed the charm    
two minutes well invested she commends herself    
his shining forehead says he's more nervous than I am    
   
he looks at her again, nods, then stands, and she doesn't notice    
the sleight of hand or understand the foreign tongue    
that almost spits its choleric declaration, but for a brief eternity    
horror grips her by the very heart she would have given    
as she is sacrificed in the crushing spoils of his delusion    
   
and chaos reigns in Woburn Place as the hidden players in pale blue    
organize stories and tidying up for someone's chilling work of art