Death to The Wicked

Death to The Wicked

A Poem by Shadow

I found that hill...
Right across the blue lake...
A small figure dancing upon the watery surface...
Nothing but sadness in those eyes...
From far away I can see...
A sad dance in the lions den...
Trying to struggle to just keep going...
Each day the head hangs lower and lower...
A fever that will never break...
A positive motion that had a long time ago,
just fade.
Look at me with how you feel
paint a picture with your eyes
don't listen to the masses...
What do they know?
They are just gone...
Out of sight...

She once lived in a happy home
Once a queen...
Now over thrown...
Everything rushing down hill...
Upon this blue lake...
She dances across the surface...
She felt eyes tearing through her with sadness...
Want...
Need...
Greed...
She didn't look up...
She hung her head lower.
Those tearing eyes of familiarity...
When she looked up nothing...
It was gone...

In the distance he faded...
He just wanted to wake up...
From the never ending nightmare...
She followed wherever he was...
She was a ghost that he never wanted to see...
Her same platinum hair.
Same ice blue eyes...
That small frame...
I am a helpless being...
To the queen of fairies...
So delicate...
So caring...
But only he can see the damage...
That she has caused to this earth.

The earth cracks beneath her as she stepped...
Onto the white fluff...
She found him...
It has been so long...
Her true heart...
This lies with him...
Can't anyone see?
She doesn't exist so long as he has her...
Hooked on a chain and in constant state of unawareness...
Her actions have consequences...
But he who has stolen her heart...
He has the keys to open her paradise...
Give her freedom...

Everything is ok...
He thought so shakily...
The earth trembled beneath his feet...
The destruction...
That follows him as well...
It's just the depression talking...
The darkness clouding over his eyes...
Maybe if he just destroyed time...
Or has he already?
The same damn memories following him...
Just flooding his vision...
Making him seem so blind.

Come back with my freedom...
She begged mentally...
She couldn't speak...
She was his puppet...
His monster that he created years ago...
This addiction of a race...
A need for something...
His life...
For hers...
An eye for an eye...
Makes the whole world blind...

He could feel her steady heart beat...
A steady pulse with his...
Trying to keep calm...
He can hear her mind...
Let me out...
It begged and pleaded...
But on this path he must walk alone...
Atone for his sins alone...
He was the reason she was a monster...
His need and greed killed her...

She heard about him...
How he needed a heart...
She gave her life for him...
A stranger she didn't even know...
But everything he has done...
Caused these hatred thoughts and emotions to stir...
A ghost of sin is what she is now...
Here to collect the heart...
The life he stole from her...
Something that can never come back...

Everyone he has met he has caused such great misery...
A stabbing knife that will live with him...
Never allowing him to close the wound and live...
No she must follow him...
Make him fear...
Make him try to live...
He must over come this...
Turning around he faced the ghost of past...
The ghost of beauty...

She didn't fight to stay calm...
Nor did she stop...
She didn't care now...
She just wanted to wash him of his sin...
Make him hers...
So she wouldn't have to be alone...
Come to me...
Come and dance with me...

He heard her words in his head...
What was there left to do?
This was his reaper...
He held out his hand...
Letting the small hand fall gently with his...
The music picked up and they spun...
A dance of death...

The world spun and shown...
The colors shined through...
She whispered softly...
You have what I want...
He could only dumbly nod...
What a fool.

He let his vision blur...
He let the room spin...
Let the colors show...
Let the light in...
So his death can begin.

Her hand dug into his back...
Reaching through to his chest...
Grabbed right on...
Let the ride begin...

His breath grew short...
His vision was hazy...
Time to go and time die...

She ripped it out...
Blood was everywhere...

He died but yet he saw her cry...

© 2014 Shadow


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Added on February 26, 2014
Last Updated on February 26, 2014