Promised to the Tyrant
Nole said as he brought forward the paper he had taken down the message on earlier, and these words should do the trick once we are close enough.
Along with the other two, I turned to look at the paper in Nole’s hand, reading the words that seemed too familiar for my liking.
Look and look for a she,
The one you cannot sense or see,
That is the one you must fancy.
To find her, find what repels you to the T,
There will only be that one chance for thee,
Use it wisely, for there will be no plea.
Once you know her, you will know the key,
Making her yours might give you glee,