C29 TWENTY NINE

Fair is Foul

THE BEAST

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

— William Shakespeare, Macbeth

I WATCHED FROM my place of darkness, from the cover of frost and snow-laden branches heavy with winter. I watched and I pondered and I waited. She was the one. Rose. She was the chosen one I'd been waiting for these many moons. She'd finally come to me. I would have her soon