The Rogue Trader

He stands.

He speaks.

He lies.

 

His smile dazzles all.

His hypnotic eyes attract all.

His peculiar physique confuses all.

His rock hard fist knocks out all.

 

He stands.

He speaks.

He lies.

 

They wake up surrounded.

They walk around blindly.

Some fight their captors.

Some flee from them.

 

He stands.

He speaks.

He lies.

 

He suddenly appears behind them.

He is their fodder.

They, The Stealers,

Absorb the fragile creature.

 

They stand.

They speak.

They lie.

The End

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