Tonight's Poet Corner: Alastair Aloysius
Alastair Aloysius by Belinda Roddie The man with two first names fell in love with the woman whose moniker glowed with cliché: Rogue Valentine, a tattoo of a lipstick kiss sticky on the side of her neck. They had bonded over a common goal to draw and quarter the pompously quadruple-named hero, the queen's favorite: Sir Lawrence Adley Howard Charlemagne, the odor of his arrogance emanating from every orifice of his admittedly majestic figure. His two swords, both tucked away, were equally as gleaming. Rogue Valentine sought to woo the knight who carried four names like extra weight against his chainmail, but when she offered wine spiked with just the right amount of malice, he declined. He was not a drinker - it did not suit his reputation. Alastair Aloysius was fairly disappointed by the state of affairs, and he suggested that they call off the plan altogether. Valentine refused, and that was only mere minutes before their murderous methods were d