Mdina’s the silent city. Secrets it keeps, formed in corners and alleyways, hidden beneath the streets.
Pegman wanted to see the catacombs I’m sure, the little guy likes hanging out with dusty memories.
He rounded the corner and what did he find?
Two lovers under cover of shadows.
It was clear, he says, they knew one another though obvious enough they weren’t meant to be pinned against that cathedral wall together.
From what he could gather, the little dude could be a spy, it was her honeymoon but not with that guy.
He was some fly by the seat guitar playin’ hippie you see and she was daddy’s little princess, betrothed to a man of his “heavy influencing”.
She visits the old city in the summers now with a child named Paul. They journey the streets and she talks of memories.
But there’s one she won’t say, out loud anyway.
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