M Dot O
Every task has a game
Every game, a strategy
Every strategy has a reason
Poised so gracefully with devilish intent
Death by love
Death by hate
Death by a stranger
Death by a familiar face
An intention is all he needs
To reveal his dangerous stead
A simple act of sweet revenge
Or a show of uncanny chivalry
A game in the end it was
A plan to dissolve the unpure
A reason to prove treason
A death that was needed to complete this unjust season
Self-defense she screams
My petite lady
But the devil’s scorn
She breathes so cloaked, yet so freely
Victory, alas! Innocence she pleads.
Her immaculate halo radiates an eerie glow
For her task completed she rests, content
Until her next victim she claims
Her bloody thirst to quench
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
Copyright © Amanda Miller | Year Posted 2011
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