The drop of red
Is falling from her cold hand
As she lies on the bed,
Assumed to be dead.
Watching her with guilt he stands
Then goes forth and takes her hand,
Holds it with force and gives her a kiss,
Alas, she didn't meet his demands.
He drags her by her hair,
Down to the basement's lair
Then goes back to clean the stained floor,
But doesn't know she can still breathe air.
Her eyes then open, still in shock, but couldn't bore
The pain of betrayal, it wasn't a thing to be ignored
Yet grabbed a lethal weapon in haste,
As she heard the squeaking door.
A silhouette walked in and faced
The shadow who, with trembling hands, had raised an axe,
Stunned in horror, he planned for a run,
But tripped badly, he was a waste of space.
She neared him, held her weapon high, and stabbed
Constantly where his heart had laid,
She returned the kiss back to him, relishing the moment so grand,
Alas, he didn't meet her only demand.
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