The moon shines bright, the stars have gathered.
Forbidden path, her mind has mastered.
Black veil covering her face, in moonlight
Devil’s strong embrace.
She creeps through darkness of the streets,
And bears the pain of many grieves.
Yet not a thing she wants to alter
For she was chosen for disaster.
The laughter echoes in the wind,
The blade is out and needles sting.
The poison spreads throughout the body,
Encircles soul, maintains Samadhi.
Her gaze upon her chosen victims,
She raises hand and...Chisels, chisels.
Bloods runs trails quickly down her hand.
She smiles strangely; the work is done.
Widow
© Copyright: Дитрих Фрэй, 2011
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