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Immortal Snare

Immortal Snare

The clock stopped ticking, my ears are ringing 
Tale, tale signs that something is wrong here 
Everything looks normal, nothing out of place 
Then I looked in the mantel mirror 
And saw that horrid face. 
Not the reflection of a man, or anything I’ve ever seen 
His eyes were so hypnotic 
They seemed to lock onto me. 
He only spoke two words but they were clear 
They will haunt my soul all my days 
He looked at me and said “Just You” with a blackened tooth grin               
He wants me as his princes. His spoils of war so to speak 
To make me his blushing human bride 
And the queen of all lost souls 
This was way more than I could bear 
I tried to say no 
Each one bringing a crushing blow 
Rebuffing his every attempt, each time his anger grew 
And my will was becoming spent. 
With my final exhausted breaths I begged NO let me go 
And he laughs and swore to kill all I love unless I stayed 
I gave myself over so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare 
So to save all else I gave in 
I miss who I use to be, once so happy and care free 
Now on fear and hatred is how I feed 
  
I gave myself over so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare 

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Darla Mcginnis

I generally write what I feel inside but when I put my pencil to paper tonight this is what happened and oddly I like it...I'm my own worst enemy about my writing. Considering possibly in the future extending this into a short story.

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