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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
732
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Just a poem
The cool breeze flitted through the night air.
She stood,Naked,her body twisted,beyond repair.
Her mind a swirl of pain and hate,nothing could quite compare,Her anger boiled deep within,
and thats when he saw her there.
Behind the walls the fortress calls,He lurked behind the trees.A pigeon squak and there she
falls,from grace,landing on her knees.
Her screaming pleas,denied,tortured and beaten,he let her lye...Scared to death,he had no
choice but to fret,Princess Aurora,a goddess there,She is not new,not the virgin he had seen,
not but days ago,young,pristine,how he wished to kiss those red red lips,now bloody and
despairaged.
A rage so intense,so blistering with in,it rocked him to the core,to see his princess,lying there,
bloody and ignored.
Her moans and groans and painfull cries stirred not a single soul but he,still lurking in his
willow tree.
To jump down and save her,or to let her be...To be accused,ever jury would damn me,He said
aloud,trying to unburden himself,he sheileded his eyes from the site,What on earth might she
have done,to deserve such wrath and spite.
His heart sunk down,his eyes lurched in...Whats a man to do?If he saves her,his world will
verily end?To leave her now,Raped and beaten,tears flowing round her face framed in brown,
dry blood...A flood of emotions,feelings he could not deal...There is no time left,she will not
be healed.
Down from his tree he jumped,leaving the calling of the walls,her last breaths filling the night
air....An innocent life lost forever now,forever.
She stood,Naked,her body twisted,beyond repair.
Her mind a swirl of pain and hate,nothing could quite compare,Her anger boiled deep within,
and thats when he saw her there.
Behind the walls the fortress calls,He lurked behind the trees.A pigeon squak and there she
falls,from grace,landing on her knees.
Her screaming pleas,denied,tortured and beaten,he let her lye...Scared to death,he had no
choice but to fret,Princess Aurora,a goddess there,She is not new,not the virgin he had seen,
not but days ago,young,pristine,how he wished to kiss those red red lips,now bloody and
despairaged.
A rage so intense,so blistering with in,it rocked him to the core,to see his princess,lying there,
bloody and ignored.
Her moans and groans and painfull cries stirred not a single soul but he,still lurking in his
willow tree.
To jump down and save her,or to let her be...To be accused,ever jury would damn me,He said
aloud,trying to unburden himself,he sheileded his eyes from the site,What on earth might she
have done,to deserve such wrath and spite.
His heart sunk down,his eyes lurched in...Whats a man to do?If he saves her,his world will
verily end?To leave her now,Raped and beaten,tears flowing round her face framed in brown,
dry blood...A flood of emotions,feelings he could not deal...There is no time left,she will not
be healed.
Down from his tree he jumped,leaving the calling of the walls,her last breaths filling the night
air....An innocent life lost forever now,forever.