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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #2092181
It narrates a story based in a god forsaken village.
Once upon a time,
when poems didn't rhyme
a girl slayed her aunt
left the dagger for grant

Until they found it and her
along with the aunt's bloody coat fur
"I possibly couldn't have done it!"
she howled for all her credit

But who would listen?
Behind the rods, her red eyes glistened
locked here in this iron cage
in the making was a plan, the next stage

When on a stormy night
they announced another death with might
Folks were perturbed even scared
a let lose killer was the news they shared

The girl bleated hysterically
"You saw a death after jailing me"
the fatherly officer paid heed to this
but the protests weren't to miss

Days passed, nights shinier
her eyes, lusty with greed became redder
but to them she was a bad-luck, hapless
a beauty trapped in jailed mess

After three weeks exact
a beheaded child with body intact
the mother wailed and cursed the killer
the town irked, frightened with terror

Yet among all the chaos, fret and panic
crying had become her new tactic
with swollen eyes and trembling lips
she pleaded till filthy sick

Officer couldn't bear this child in distress
with such beauty and flowing tress
he opened the bars with help in mind
and out she ran, ran like wild

People soon forgot and ignored
for the number of killings soared
a serial killer was on the lose
this was the only evening muse

Till the day because of construction work
especially the officer, but to everyone's irk
a manually dug tunnel was found
where ten years ago a young beauty was bound.






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