-A Poem by Beautiful_Nightmere
As she drew the dagger out of her heart,
She dropped to her knees, Lifeless. Memories flooded her vision, Presenting the evil that once lived within. The gash that lied above her heart, Was the home of all evil, The portal. Demons escaping, Rushing to find a new host, A puppet. The life of one ended so quickly, Yet so vague. The memory lies within our being, The eyes of a witness. The blood shed, Was the cold blood of evil, The poison of life, Drained from her being.
© 2012 Beautiful_NightmereAuthor's Note
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