A short poem of four quatrains in iambic tetrameter.
Word count: 110
Written: April 2025
Warning! This work contains themes of: violence
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I lay alone this awful night
Terrified and gripped with fright
Her words they reach my darkened cave
She speaks to me of gore and grave
The distant flickering of flame
Willed by voice of mine to blame
A step the sands covered in prints
Matchlock and blade in shining glints
All turns red with stain of blood
We drown within the screams and mud
With knife pressed firmly to my neck
She breathes to me my prayer reject
The fire you feed will burn your flesh
She says to me that nothing’s left
My face she throws into the sand
Send regards to your Madame
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