Tormented

Unseen,

Unheard 

was I,

When the moonlight lit the crime,

You commited ,

You abandoned the blade bathed in blood,

Agony ripped her heart,

As she lay on the ground,

Tormented,

Heavens howled for injustice,

They pierced the trees with their arrows of light,

As they fell you could hear their eerie sound.

A haunting melody,

Was I,

I weaved through their leaves, 

Burned, 

Crisp,

As they were,

I giggled and laughed to myself,

Savouring the taste of sin,

That's why they call me,

The Wicked Wind.

Author's Note

Written for the contest, 'Wicked wind'. However I realized that it's too late to submit it ...T_T