the roads roll out 

like a welcome mat

before our travel-weary feet

shoulders aching, exhaustion 

in every bone

but the sight brings life 

to your dirty face.

towers of stone and glass 

gleaming, under scarlet flags 

snapping in the breeze--

a kingdom sprawled in the valley below

practically asking to be taken

who would suspect 

that we would come

on a perfect day such as this?

the blue skies 

and blooming fields;

let them believe 

they are safe in the sun.

we don’t need stealth 

to ensure success; we don’t hide 

and wait 

like common thieves.

no—we strike 

when the sun is high

streaking down the mountains 

with our teeth bared.

- s.p.