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Crimson Drenched Cape
In the looking glass
where a naive, innocent young girl once stood
A strong, fierce warrior of a young lady
reflects back
Time and circumstance have worn her face,
her aura, her spirit..
into an unfamiliar manifestation
transitioning from hunted
to huntress
Lightly colored locks once held in pigtails by
red ribbons
replaced by straightened disheveled tresses
as black as midnight
icey eyes full of idealism and day dreams
now flash crimson red
after having lived through grisly nightmares
at the hands of slyful, wily, deceptive beasts
Picnic baskets filled with treats and sweet love
Tossed to the side -useless wastes of time
Instead, fastening a rifle to her back,
with various blades carried upon her belt
of vengeance and distrust
Heart blackened by lies, deceit, and relentless unforgivable betrayals
Draped in pain and angst
scarlet hues hide the bloody stains upon her cape
She feels nothing,
a deep empty soul,
void of emotions
sleeping peacefully and comfortably on top a bed dressed with blankets made of wolf pelts.
It wasn’t about revenge
she just wanted what was hers
yet wise enough to know
what was taken from her
could never be replaced
They trampled all over her heart
like careless fools
Coming and going as they pleased
forcing her to be a doormat to their needs
Despite her many pleas...
they continued to strip her of her innocence
tearing the flesh from her heart piece by piece
So she simply wanted what was owed to her
-their intact, beating hearts.
Each heart impaled upon an ornate dagger and displayed in the window,
a warming for all to heed
arranged not as trophies
but in honor of who she once was
before they made her into the monster she had become...
With an empty dagger remaining at the end of the window
-taunting....
Inviting any sucker foolish enough to assume her bark is worse than her bite
where a naive, innocent young girl once stood
A strong, fierce warrior of a young lady
reflects back
Time and circumstance have worn her face,
her aura, her spirit..
into an unfamiliar manifestation
transitioning from hunted
to huntress
Lightly colored locks once held in pigtails by
red ribbons
replaced by straightened disheveled tresses
as black as midnight
icey eyes full of idealism and day dreams
now flash crimson red
after having lived through grisly nightmares
at the hands of slyful, wily, deceptive beasts
Picnic baskets filled with treats and sweet love
Tossed to the side -useless wastes of time
Instead, fastening a rifle to her back,
with various blades carried upon her belt
of vengeance and distrust
Heart blackened by lies, deceit, and relentless unforgivable betrayals
Draped in pain and angst
scarlet hues hide the bloody stains upon her cape
She feels nothing,
a deep empty soul,
void of emotions
sleeping peacefully and comfortably on top a bed dressed with blankets made of wolf pelts.
It wasn’t about revenge
she just wanted what was hers
yet wise enough to know
what was taken from her
could never be replaced
They trampled all over her heart
like careless fools
Coming and going as they pleased
forcing her to be a doormat to their needs
Despite her many pleas...
they continued to strip her of her innocence
tearing the flesh from her heart piece by piece
So she simply wanted what was owed to her
-their intact, beating hearts.
Each heart impaled upon an ornate dagger and displayed in the window,
a warming for all to heed
arranged not as trophies
but in honor of who she once was
before they made her into the monster she had become...
With an empty dagger remaining at the end of the window
-taunting....
Inviting any sucker foolish enough to assume her bark is worse than her bite
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