THE STOLEN AND THE RAVAGED

i know the story of a girl so young,

a story that had just begun.

walking home she was followed

by a demented and disturbed young fellow

her eyes dark brown, but sparkled bright

his dark and souless like a cursed night

 

captivated by her innocence and the way she looked

she was his target, his victim, his addiction

he was hooked

by force he would make her

and by force he would destroy her

 

he followed her and watched  her from afar

and like a snake he finally sprung

she wasn't looking

her screams pierced the night 

echoing and shrill 

and then silence

minus a a light wind

which carried her last breath.