Standing before him,she laughed..
As blood dripped down the katana she held..
Her head to toe was covered in blood,of them whom once she thought were her dear ones .
Is this what you were afraid of,she asked?
Me being like this,she asked,her voice echoed the empty mountain..
He walked towards her,crossing bodies slained..
She walked closer,as she unbounded her hair..
He could see the wounds on her wrist that was once tender and fair..
Who would you trust,your children or me..
Would you believe whatever they did to me?
He walked closer,as she opened her clothes one by one,as they dropped on the ground,
She sat there crying bitter tears..
His eyes held hers..
Little one..
If you wish to kill,I would give my life too,for you to play with,he whispered..
So why do you cry so much..
Holding her close,he hummed her a tune..
And she slept peacefully taking everything as nightmare..
As the morning came,he walked away,leaving her with ger her dear ones..
For he was no more living being..
Her wounds healed,yet his heart remained wounded..
And a determination was born,to protect not just her,but everyone dancing in the tunes,
Of their own evilness..
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PoetryPoetries,some sacrastic,some painful,some raw,unrefined,some happy,some tearful..About life,me and myself..