Children of the Night

Felicity,

She wages war

Embraced in wind-chilled

Moments,

Fleeting pain

Meanders through the bloodstream

Leaks on her carpet

Stains the soul

 

Destiny,

She tattoos scars

Ripping nerves and

Slicing tendons,

Dead meat

Rotting in the flaming sun

Quenching her lust

Before it blooms

 

Nemesis,

She is true to herself

Wavering punishments

Exacting revenge,

Smiling at the sound of feeble

Voices –

Pleas of mercy

Where none exists

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