By Judy Koot

I am the spindle that woke up the sleeper.
I am the slipper that ruined the dance.
I am the torchlight that unhid the hunted.
I am the blizzard that silenced the land.
I am the hand that cut off the other.
I am the tremor that triggered the bow.
I am the shadow that gutted the hunter.
I am the black that darkened the crow.
I am the blush that reddened the cape.
I am the mirror that prompted the plan.
I am the apple that poisoned the arrow.
I am the moon that wolfed down the man.