Blood Poured Down Like Rain

The young witch rose, yawned, stretched, and scratched her head with both hands, then she sat at the foot of the bed, the great gloomy house overlooking the rapid streams, nestled in her dreams, she looked to the door, and she saw her mother on the floor, and she could see a man forming beneath her eyes, he sloped down gradually, even though she didn’t, he sensed her cries, she moved away from the man, he grabbed her and held her down, in a position of total command, the death came quickly, and swiftly, he was hunting, and out to destroy the dark, she was hunted, like a brave and beautiful lark, now slain, his emotions drained, and the blood poured down like rain