Creepypasta Poetry

Jane.

A darkened past
Forever on her trail,
Yet she never cried
Not a single wail,

Her family slaughtered
Before her very eyes,
But he wanted fun
How she wished she had died,

He burned her there
In front of her family dead,
It stabbed her heart
Revenge tortured her head,

But she's not the villain
As she lies in wait,
No she uses her knife
To spare her victims that same fate,

And she'll continue to do so
Until she's finally had enough,
So don't go to sleep
You might never wake up.