Immoral

The moon shone down upon her face, illuminating tears
and watching from a distant place - her biggest ever fear.
She did not know what was to come, no clue had come about
so when she was struck hard and dumb, could not retort a shout.

She hit the ground with such a force an earthquake would be shamed!
and he, relentless, with no remorse enjoyed his sickly game.
Ravaging her pleasured him beyond acknowledgement
for his life was based on pure whim; he blamed this on her scent.

On finishing, he left her there to bleed all out and die,
while wind howled out and blew her hair
from her ten-year-old face,
with a sigh.