The still of the moment quaked, within her already
Convulsive body, starring at her ripped apart masquerade,
Stuck in the throat of the hourglass, gasping for warmth
As the stabbing chill, trickles down her curved spine,
The cloud within her grasping onto purity, polluting
Her fading heart, once beat with ferocity, is now flickering,
A dried up husk, left out for the circling horned vultures
Salivating as innocence is bled out, pooling beside
Her collapsed world, the only one she’s known and loved,
Disintegrated in the fire she possess, brewed deep
And erupted out of her, now she stares at the aftermath,
Tangled in the deep twisted web, watching, clutching
To the cross, singeing the light into dust, to impale fear
While deep in possession, of her resident demons,
The snake stalked its prey in the tall blades, from slinking
Into her crib, wrapping itself around her feeble throat,
To her decline onto the dance floor, where a figure dressed
In a burnt white tux, and a vile grin eager for her arrival,
The poison spreading, consuming brilliance and taking
Her picturesque home, she disgusts herself watching
From her secluded tower, confined to this merciless takeover,
Able to only witness the violent seizure coming to surface
From within her own eroded vessel, sinking to unreachable
Depths, where care, concern and hope suffocates the breathless,
Her demon, outstretched towards the crashing tower
As she runs, with it all crumbling beneath the decay,
Stifling her cry, as she chokes on the smoke, slithering
From her slowly dying glimmer, picking up the dagger
To subdue her persistent demon, waiting for their dance,
To snuff out her clip of light, only remaining from her tight
Grasp upon her own fragile childhood, but nurtured,
As it should, only to surrender at the will of the dance,
She finally meets the darkness, with the dagger in possession,
She has lost, before the music even began, taking stance
The dagger held out together, slipping away from her arrest,
As he forcefully brings her into his keep, under his domain,
The spilling sand burying the past, as the demon fully takes over,
Swallowing her whole, as he dances with her, yet without,
In the ferocity he absorbed, only to let loose in an outburst
The grim fire talons, lacerating the girl’s entire dynasty,
Severed, from the sanity, engulfed in the cycling agony,
Torn to the pits where obscurity keeps her consciousness,
Looking at her broken palace, rusted over by the eclipse,
Leaving it all to the decay, death being her demon,
He spreads his storm from the empty, lost at sea vessel,
Dancing alone to death.
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