Silver – stanza 26

Not long ago, about a year ago
When I was dancing across South America
Silver and Malinov had been together
Since the war between the states
Roaming the country, experiencing freedom
Practicing arts in their distinct ways
Courlain, back from Europe, and presumably
From Tasha, finally found the loving duo
In northern Virginia, playing power games
He moved in close, tried to watch unobserved
Ready to spring a new trap, to lure her away
But Silver recognized him without revealing
Her insight so that as he proceeded she
Led him by the nose until he’d almost ruined
His chances, but in typical Courlain fashion
He killed them instead, knowing the chaos
That would follow simultaneous death
And no predesignated vessels to take them
He would remain cognizant, find the new
Silver and whisk her away before Malinov
Even knew who he was; a fire consumed
Them and Courlain laid in wait, knowing
Their first instinct, before becoming self-aware
Would be to express themselves, so he used
His wealth of artistic experience and wealth
To ingratiate himself in the local art scenes
To keep an eye on the kinds of youth
He would expect Silver to favor and also
To keep a look-out for Malinov reborn

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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