True Love's Curse

Above the BLAST, the cry, the thud,

His lifeless body as it hit the wood,

The chilling ting...of an empty shell,

But the killers body also fell.

Two lives that night came to end,

She stood knife in bloody hand,

And spat curses at the demons face,

Yet shone sad smiles on one of grace.

The End

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