Rapier Blades

Years ago and oftentimes forgotten Was the message sent into the night. The paper crackled as it was thrust furtively Into its heavy parchment envelope. Cold sweat was on your brow Though the room was hot; The odor of the wax came to your nostrils As you sealed it, Having signed away your honor. All this returns with harsh, vivid detail As someone closes a missive with a purple seal. Memories roused by odors are keen As rapier blades.