The Maiden
Crazy maiden in the woods
tracked her down as best I could
She and I both bruised and bled.
My leg was lame. She sought me dead.
A tear-smudged face,
a curdling cry
A deadly grace,
a savage eye
I have her pinned.
Her mad eyes bulge.
I breath a sigh, relief indulged.
My heart, it trips, skid to a stop.
skin cold. Steel slit
cut ruby drops
I wrawl. She caws.
Dark crimson sets
As darkness falls
into the depths.