Lady Noire

Origin Story

Part I: The Entrance

A dark and stormy night,
lit only by the dim glow
of coin, passing
from one dirty hand
to a dirtier hand.

Nothing more exciting
than a good story, but
even dust bunnies
could perk my pointy ears up
tonight.

That is to say,
I am bored
out of my fucking mind.

Leather, rusted copper,
and musk. Without drama,
yet, the mood transformed
with his first step.

Broad shouldered and
more confident than a torero facing down
his bull. Eyes locked
and walking my way, waving
a red flag
into the path of unknown danger.

That is to say,
he did not look boring.