She AssassinA Poem by Ambra CelesteShe Assassin The silent night softly descend with dark intents Perpetrators yet unaware… she is after them The harmless roses that once adorned her kind self Suddenly grew the largest thorns, protecting her Her thirst for justice feeds the warrior spirit in her She will shed blood, she seeks their death Offenders walking free, unpunished for their crimes Victims failed by the justice system and others too terrified to testify Hunter of evil souls, executor of her believes The knife is sharpen and ready to inflict Into dark corners she blends, black clothes and hair tied back Her patience is rewarded, her chosen criminal is back Now is the perfect moment, she slashes his back Before he can react, she strikes the second blow Falling on the ground, he is unable to move His injuries made him weak, he now knows how his victims feel The hands he violently used she carved all the way through Six knife imprints mark the end of his immoral sexual needs His vile body she watches squirm His sick mind knows that this is the end, the end of his unlawful trend His cruel heart is mercilessly transfixed, putting a stop to his heartbeat Like a river his blood flows The smell of death overpowers the room As she exits the crime scene, she feels empowered She feels pleased with her deed An abrupt noise awakes her from her dream She now smiles; she knows who she is meant to be.
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StatsAuthorAmbra CelesteLONDON, United KingdomAboutAmbra Celeste leaves Italy for London in hopes of following her passions and dreams. Upon arriving in London however, Ambra finds events that shape her life forever. In her new book, “Be Careful.. more..Writing
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