Tug
Pick a place to die where it's high and dry
S
he was a beauty, if he could be a judge of such a thing - the night sky as he laid with his men and waited for the dawn, stars twinkling overhead and the flowing ribbons of the nebulas. And she was small, much smaller than he, perhaps a lady of the court if he was to guess but he was never a good guesser.He bowed his head low in return to her greeting, as low as she surely deserved, a knight's greeting to a lady, "A pleasure, my lady. A beautiful party, is it not?"
Tell 'em where you been
Pray that Hell or Heaven lets you in
