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.



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