The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas.
The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the gusty trees.
Only one girl stood, waiting, for something that would never come.
An Armageddon, she was creating, for she had powers like none.
The wind blew and tossed her hair around but she stood so still.
The light in her eyes and her pale skin, when you looked it would give you a chill.
At the spur of the moment she rose, like a demon straight from Hell.
Her eyes lit up bright red, and then you heard her yell.
A shriek that pierced the night air, a knife on soft flesh.
She's a demon, and she knows she's causing this mess.
She raises her hands, and balls of fire gather.
Black tears fall, making life so much sadder.
Everything, gone in a flash with a wave of her hand.
As she looks like the demon she is over HER land.
All is hers now, nothing can be done.
Her own little world, her own Armageddon. |
