Daddy Please

"Daddy please don't make me go out at night,"

The little girl whispers.

"Daddy please don't make me die."

She starts to shake as she sees his wicked smile.

Daddy throws her into the forest and she can't help but cry.

Tonight, she is the sacrifice.

Every year there must be a sacrifice.

Someone to keep the demons in the night.

Someone to hear them cry.

"Are you ready to die?" It whispers.

She screams when she sees his evil smile.

Now it's her turn to die.

The demon laughs at the chance to make another die.

"Oh my little darling, my sweet, sweet sacrifice,

will you do me a favor, and smile?"

From deep in the forest at this time of night, 

She can hear his whispers.

"Hush hush, I will make it quick. No need to cry."

But the closer he comes, the more she will cry.

Tonight, the tradition will not die.

When morning comes, Daddy seems to hear the tree's whispers.

"Oh sweet, sweet sacrifice,

Daddy threw you into the demon-filled night.

And at the sight of your blood, couldn't help but smile. 

Now that he has seen his own wicked smile,

all through the day, he will cry.

He cries as he remembers her face when he threw her into the night.

But no matter. Soon, it will be his turn to die.

For when night comes, he will be the one called the sacrifice.

Now he can hear his daughter's whispers.

Her dark words that come out as whispers,

Turn his lips into a shadow of a smile.

"Daddy please go into the night, it's your turn to be the sacrifice."

"Daddy please don't cry."

"Daddy? Are you ready to die?"

"Daddy, now it's your turn to go out at night."

Each sacrifice must hear his cries.

When the tree's whispers fill the morning air, they all smile.

It is not yet their turn to go into the night, it it not yet their turn to die.

Author's Note

Sestina poem for a school project.