Rapping upon his door, miniscule weapons askew within my bag of horror.
This message to God I implore, please give me protection with the task in store despite the morality having some flexion.
This child has an ethereal complexion, but seeing the things he's done, god won't force me on the run, he'll have no objection.
The door had opened wide and as I stepped inside, it felt as though a part of me had died.
This was a land with out any law, I feel as though I had willingly placed my head into a beast's maw.
Not a callous father in sight to help Alix not falter, I peered past a quaint mirror and saw an altar, hung proudly was a halter.
The child had looked at me and smiled, because he saw me as a savior from a life that had been defiled.
I pulled my bag off of my shoulder and within an instant my heart had felt colder, I asked for a moment to smolder.
He agreed and walked to the altar with an odd amount of glee in his step, I prayed for him and his soon to be eternal rest.
