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She enters wearing the skin of night and kissed the forehead farewell
A warm body lies on the scarlet silk, trapped under her murderous spell
A fist full of gold and forbidden words hang on her tongue like a dead man on a tree,
Hoping the assassin behind the monstrous castle does not flee
A short conversation and a few changes of hands occur in the dark,
An awkward silence follows her on the frozen steps, careful not to leave a mark
She drinks herself to victory next to the chamber of death-
The bloodied stomps do not matter,
The blade puncturing the gut does not matter,
The twisted fantasies in her mind scatter.
As the screams die down, she gulps the last sip,
Licking away any ounce of shame held onto her violet lips.
She meets the hooded figure again on her way to the new tomb,
A simple grin confirms her lover's doom.
She creaks open the gilded door,
She stares at limp limbs on the floor;
She caresses the lifeless golden face,
She dips her hand in the blood around the satin lace;
But she does not expect the silver dagger piercing her skin,
She does not expect her victim's grey irises glaring back;
A living proof of her deadly sin.
The assassin behind her gives the stained weapon to the once sleeping spirit
A lively glow in the eyes, tearing down all her secrets
Her loud pleas do not matter,
Her desperate whimpers do not matter,
The twisted fantasies in her mind shatter.
Solitude cloaks the chamber of death,
As the last stab shuts off her last breath
This innocent prey kisses the incompetent huntress goodbye,
Now her cold body lies beneath the soil, serving the hungry flies.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
