Among the depths of darkness, amidst the ice cold air,
Katie stands in solitude, soul beyond repair.
Dress stained, hands now defiled,
Dancing to his tune like a new puppet, so wild
In a manic glee, wielding her knife, eyes ablaze,
Her inner master revels in the gruesome display.
With precision, cutting into the corpses, empty of love and hate,
Like a museum, displaying them as exhibits in a twisted expatiate
Limbs, intestines strewn around, a distortedly beautiful masterpiece,
Katie sings on merrily as such a freeing release.
His laughter an echo among the silent halls,
As Katie, his puppet, among the carnage, heedless of the calls.
Each parted limb in disfigured form,
Her testament to her new found darkness, his calm storm.
With the night endlessly growing, their carnage grows,
Her child-like laughter heightens as his power flows.
In her home, as innocence has fled,
Katie the puppet, but a vessel demonically led.
Soul lost among the forever night and humanity devoured,
Happily dancing among her corpse family, mentally forever soured.
The night continues on, a symphony of tremble,
Katie reveling in the darkness, her innocence long disassembled.
Her once clean now crimson stained dress, dancing with glee,
A twisted puppet of the demon, for all eternity.
Once a cheerful with a bright future, now a puppet for eternity
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Blurring the lines of reality between real and fake. Dark poetic stories. Untraditional storyteller.
On Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell2 days ago in Writers
Comments (1)
This is definitely dark and outside the normal, well done!