Tight
The Devil pulls the strings which makes us dance. ~Charles Baudelaire~
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They wanted me to face the monster.
When they knew I was ill prepared and would surely see defeat.
Not to be shamed — I stepped right up and slayed that wretched beast. Watching his life force drain
as I squeezed.
Bone crushing with bulged eyes
that now bleed.
It was a real treat.
I’ll say — quite the feast.
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New crest on my chest yet I still failed this test.
Killing the demon was never that hard.
Prophecized down to the letter
by that old ancient bard.
Just wanted a little vengance — for all my scars.
Lessons said best not to take it that far. Losing
more strings of the heart.
The rush makes it hard to stop
once you start. As I learned the art.
So needless to say, I didn’t take a lost souls life — that day.
Just a little word play. But the demon
stayed away. First time’s a warning — next time
won’t be that way.
~Ruby L.S.~
