The Chase to Possession
It's over, she has nowhere to run
Trapped into the deep crevasse of nothingness
A snare, an oblivion where light has shunned
Her breath heaves into crescendo of gasps
Then fades slowly like the ebbing tide.
Teeth clench, hands firmly clasp
Praying to calm herself — in the place she hides.
The evil huntress is coming near
Her putrid smell lingers — of rotten cadavers
Engulfs the place — elevates her fear.
The winged ghoul casts her shrill sardonic laughter.
With her mischief, in place she's found
Her fright defeats her — she can't move to stand
The shrewd huntress halts then turns around
Grabbing her firmly, piercing her hand.
Pristine blood gushes into the luminescent pond,
Stains the crystal water, soaks her silken dress.
The huntress chants, and starts to bond.
She submits herself to it — a captive's bliss.
Created: February 24th, 2021 at 7:05am
Modified: February 28th, 2021 at 9:31pm
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