She has turned upon me after all i told her
I was the enemy, the traitor, the murderer
I wanted to leave my wife, I strived a new life
I killed Sasha, her vengeance cut me like a knife
Now I run from her, she who should be dead
Who rose from the flames I set her in
My breath turned cold, my limbs like lead
I see an alley, with a sinister inn
I enter, relieved, short lived was my happiness
There she sat, in a blood red dress
Her lips smiled, though her eyes glared
My teeth bared, within I felt scared
I calmly settled on my ususal table
Her presence was merely a fable
No speed but lightning could have brought her so soon
She was a mere shard of the light of the moon
I ordered a pint, asked for it strong
She never swam swung or swayed for long
I asked for a cancel, got up and left
First I was walking, soon I was deft
She would never be caught covered in sweat
Her gait most elegant, a grace in her tread
She drifted, gifted with the wings of night
She was a demon, though an angel at first sight
First she'd be here, then I caught her in the foray
Sitting as if she'd been sitting there all day
She appeared with an ab human air
Still as a statue, and a stunning stare
I stride, she crosses dimensions
She glides, I trip-limp, not to mention
She smiles, a sickly simper
I steel, but inside, I weakly whimper
House. kitchen. room. I was there
Out of the gloom she came, rather pale than fair
She held a knife, and drove it through my chest
The knife fell from my hand, my soul was a guest
And there she lay, in my jacket
Stained with blood, within my pocket
the word DIARY was inlaid
"My dear Sasha", the first page said
