Powerful poem from Hasty
She fell from hands she couldn’t see
She was being fed to monsters
Left for…
Not quite dead because
Well…
What’s the fun in that?
As demons swarmed around her
Leaving trails of venom
Mixed with blood upon her soul
She concentrated on the pain
As their poison fangs sunk deep
Aware that the initial sting
Would lead to an aching agony
Paralyzing her moments here
And perhaps all her tomorrows too
But it was this slow torture of sorrow
The throbbing discomfort of grief
That awoke the warrior in her
The girl who survived, not once
But countless times before
The now a woman who fights
With her heart well-guarded
She taunts the monsters
Who try stealing her light
One nasty demon at a time
Using their own poison
To tranquilize her fears
And then slowly slaughtering
Every single one of them
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