Ready to brave the lighted hall

He is cloaked in the darkest robe

Secretly hiding the treasure he holds

Carefully clutching, the tiny glass globe

Shimmering liquid, the color of green

Reflects off the tiles, straight ahead

Hoping he makes it past, this way

He fears now, where he must tread

Getting caught would be his undoing

They’d surely give him the noose

Footsteps echo, seems he’s been caught

All for the taste of Chartreuse

Writing Prompt – Shimmers of Chartreuse – Day 1/31 (took yesterday off so playing catch up)

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