M dot O

Written by: Amanda Miller

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