Theme: Horror

My Accuser

Her blood-splattered chiffon gown is thrown
At my lacerated face.
A reminder of my foolish
Lust; a relic of a tryst too far.

As she approaches my severed torso;
Cut to the bone by a savage sword of sorcery,
Wielded by the torturer-in-chief of this realm;
My death's scream echoes through the ages.

Another naive male victim of this succubus,
As she rips my soul from its rotting carcass;

A gift for her father to enjoy at his leisure.

All this for a love affair with this angel, who
Dazzled my senses with deceptive charm, grace
And other-worldly beauty; a girl which the
Kingdom of Heaven itself would fall for;

If only this daughter of Satan could gain entry.


More By  :  Stephen Watson

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