The Descent of the Devil's Children

A poem that I wrote out of boredom...and some inspiration from a nightmare I had..

A soft skinned youth steps out of her bed

And onto the chilled wooden floor

To encounter a noise of which she usually fled

Her fears, written of in her lore

A nightmare that had gone unseen

Until now, in this most unpleasant of dreams

Or is it reality she now faces?

Honestly, she can’t tell which. 

The doctors, the pills, the talks won’t help her

She’s trapped in her own damned world forever

Much like the fears of which she speaks

When the medicine of anxiety peaks

And her breath becomes short

As she fights to stay in control

Of the thriving beast within her heart

That ever so threatens to tear her apart.

A murderous being, of long sharp talons

Of ebony-stained eyes and the Devil’s tongue

Her words are sharp, but her blade is sharper

As it wounds the prey beyond recognition

Adding a new and gruesome edition

Of her Master, her creator, the doll that she shall carry

With flesh sewn to the fabric

In mocking of a child’s face.

No mouth, just stitches too long and uneven

 She believes this thing will provide her a replacement

For the child she lost so early in her years

Due to an attacker of the worst kind

A murderer of the unborn.

So the Lady of Knives walks the Realm of the Hallways

To stalk and wreak havoc upon the unwilling

The fearful, pitiful souls of lost mothers

And of men who have turned their souls black with filth.

She stands for a good cause, but in a very bad way.

However, every unsuspecting summoner shall pay. 

Her horror stands in one child’s nightmare

Her legacy carried on by this girl’s wares

The faceless skin doll was passed to her

As reality and fantasy began to blur.

The sick and twisted child’s will

To hunt, deceive, torture, and kill

Those who have wronged her so

And tossed her in the All White Cell. 

For years she dreamed of the Lady of Knives,

Fearing her, yet embracing her

And now she has become her.

Author's Note

Yes it is short, I haven't written poetry in a while.