The girl's hand reached out,
With a small smile reaching her lips.
Her tiny form
Heighted up to the man's hips.
He kneeled slightly,
and walked to her
He smiled carefully,
But she didn't stir
"I won't hurt you," he said,
"Are you lost?"
And then with a flick of a wrist,
To the side the man was tossed.
His head hit the floor,
With a deadly, awful crack
The girl only smiled,
And tore in half his back.
He screamed at the force that was stretching his limbs
Cracking his body, in ways that would have killed him.
"I'm not lost," said the girl,
In an echoing voice.
The man shuddered to his death,
Broken like a bunch of toys.
The little girl smiled again,
But shuddered violently,
Then she slumped onto the floor...
The demon was now free.
