Concerto in D Minor: The Second Rule (Psytrance Machine Ri2al Mix)

[I. Allegro] The first rule: look like her — A plain face passes through crowds unseen The bow selected this vessel for that And keeps her mouth quiet and her eyes clean She does not know why her arm swings left The arrow loosed before she heard the string The host was never given a reason The host was never meant to know a thing [Ritornello] First rule — look like her, let the plain face pass Second rule — give nothing away through the glass No flicker, no gleam, no tell in her gaze The thing behind the eyes does not show its face [II. Allegro] Nine counted — capabilities logged The Tiefling, wearing glasses, playing drums Scrolls not visible — likely in the pack The bow could wait: in time, the moment comes The Drow was clocked within the first thirty seconds — Scholarly, still, the kind of eyes that file Most dangerous here — and not because he fights The host's face shows him nothing all the while [Ritornello] First rule — look like her, let the plain face pass Second rule — give nothing away through the glass No flicker, no gleam, no tell in her gaze The thing behind the eyes does not show its face [III. Largo] Then the color left the world without warning — Green into grey, sky thinned to ash and white The host simply paused — a figure frozen The bow remained aware, present, precise Wild magic, fate-ripples, legendary forces — The bow does not experience surprise It only means that timing grows more critical The target's complications have been filed [IV. Cadenza] The mindless +1 Longbow of Seeking Curves arrows toward cover — fine craft, nothing more No mind behind it — a tool that serves a hand Not as I serve, and not as I record I claimed the arrows without seeming eager Let them think they talked me into it That is precisely what I had intended Let them see the Half-Elf — not the wit [V. Allegro] The gate guard had the careful searching eyes I gave him tired, bloodied, wanting bed He found a mercenary — nothing more He looked and passed along to the next instead Inside the walls: high density of soldiers Exits logged, sightlines filed in turn The Tiefling somewhere forward, weeping loudly I can wait — I always wait — I learn [Ritornello] First rule — look like her, let the plain face pass Second rule — give nothing away through the glass No flicker, no gleam, no tell in her gaze The thing behind the eyes does not show its face [Coda] Not yet — But closer than yesterday