and then he smiled.
blood, dripping from the blade he once held.
the saturate puddle forming
on the glass floor,
where a once talkative and gentle woman stood.
she gurgled with intense eyes,
trying to scream her worthless cries.
he could only laugh that wicked sneer
while he riddled fascination over his first.
the question never came subtle,
only burst of post hypnotic suggestions
corroded the mind of a once caring man.
he couldn't escape the need,
plunging cold steel into warm flesh,
this quiet demon quenching ecstasy.
trembling overjoyed he scooped her up,
carrying her writhing body through the arches
and up the stairs,
all whilst making love to her purpling lips.
he planned to lay her in bed
and she would welcome him into her body.
she would caress him to her soft bosoms
and he would drink her sweet nectar.
he would treat his sweet Elizabeth like a queen
in her undying beauty.
she held on to her last breath,
as if it were the hope she needed for survival.
that dead stare she gave him,
piercing and cursing him,
she knew he was the last thing she would see.
and then she smiled.