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Death and rape of an Angel
written by Genocide Reaper02:14 AM 4/4/05Chained, locked down.
Shut off from freedom,
In her last attempts to pull her hands together, the chains bound to her.
Only get tighter.
Before her very eyes, sets a demon with a glint of something ever vile.
In her mind, thoughts of disgusting mutilation she can compile.
The vision of her, stuck firmly in his mind.
He looks over her legs, and the cage in which he resides.
A hand reaching in, grabbing the linked metal tied off to the bars.
Closer he pulls her, shackles rattling, clanking.
Dainty angelic wrist bleeding upon his clawed finger tips.
What a lovely sight, he things to himself.
A ruckus stirs, as he flees in fear.
The dungeon door opens, in a swing.
Shrouded within a long black robe, a beast steps,
Into the concrete jungle, the Angels breath steeps.
His eyes a faint blue, shining from the darkness hindering sight of his face,
those hypnotizing pupils shine through.
The little henchman slips through a shaft in the ceiling, running in terror.
To only be halted by a sword penetrating the steel tunnel, he cannot breathe,
lungs filling with blood.
The last expression he shows before drowning is that of horror.
This offset hero seems to be, nothing of what he is showing.
But some how, brings hope to the angels eyes.
A bit of disbelief she gives, realizing that the curious creature has met his demise.
The lifeless demonic body falling to the floor.
Stone tile now covered in gore,
filling with blood, soon the maggots will gorge.
But for the business at hand, the demon says.
Cautiously stepping towards the cage, bringing down his blade,
upon the bars, cutting it apart, freeing her.
Giving her a running start.
Off she goes, for the door,
but in her face is does close.
The shrouded symbol of darkness speaks.
“It wouldn’t be any fun, if you didn’t fight. So I do hope you are not weak.”
Massive is the form she sees,
tall and agile, yet very strong, her death she thinks he shall be.
Her bleeding wrist, still tangled with shackles, clatter against the door as she turns to turn upon the handle.
Behind her he swiftly moves, pushing deep into the tightest cavity upon her naked form,
a rod which throbs and rips the walls inside, so thin.
The hood around his head falls, giving ligneous to fangs, that sink deep into her neck.
Sucking her dry, white, soft wings pushed against her back .
A hard chest pushing them forward, raped profusely she cries.
Bleeding from her clenched cavity, trying to fight.
Only to be shoved harder into the iron door, breast mingling with bits of rust.
Falling freely at their feet, whilst he thrust.
Her mind now pained, her body even more so.
She now belongs to the beast of brutal lust.
Claws from massive hands, shred her soft skin,
Flesh peeling back, as blood breaks free.
Tears pouring from her light green eyes.
Traces of blood splattered upon her face,
In her ear speaks the beast.
giving her soul a treat.
“In this moment of malice ensued rape, it is pure torment you shall greet.”
Her sobs were halted as he pushed to the limits within, doubling the treatment, he did begin.
Both slots of her succulent body torn, her once imprisoned screams were freed, as it was death she did finally meet.
A limp body she stood, as his seed filled her guts and torso.
Beyond her final walls, he did go.
Leaving her blood to flow.
And her moments of pain she should now fully know.
Dieing in extreme slow agony.
Bleeding to death, infected by her Heavens enemy. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by ExX (4-4-2005 - 04:05 AM)
| So far, I have read two of your poems tonight and I must say, they are absolutely beautiful! Your "Christian Lies" poem made me think, and this poem told a story with such beautiful imagery. I have shared both poems with my friend and she liked them too. I am sorry I can't offer you any way in which to improve upon it, but I see no problem with it to begin with! I am in love with your poetry! ^.^ |
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