I wrote this without much thinking, and it turned out to be a little explicit, so if you are under 12 I advise you NOT to read this.
She stares out the window, the rain is falling down.
Her Beauty is great but to have strength she must fall down.
But still he sees her, as a beautiful tool.
He takes her by the arm, an leads her to her doom.
She wonders at the man, who leads her to the club.
How graceful he is, and how she is not.
He hands her a drink, she drinks it down.
She laughs at the feeling as she drinks her second down.
Soon she is dancing, round and round and round.
The other boys are laughing, and her man pulls her out.
He carries her out the door, and back through the rain.
It soaks her to the bone, but she smiles all the same.
To his house they go, and up to his room.
It is peppered with pictures, of snakes and crimson snow.
But don’t forget the skull upon the ceiling, it looms above the bed,
As if ready to kill anyone at all.
He pulls her into his arms, and they fall back on the bed.
But as she moans with joy, she also screams with dread.
He pulls out his knife, and stabs her in the chest, and once she is dead,
his teeth sink into her skin.
