Sans Amour
Her laugh was gleeful, Spirit alacritous, And her dreams were grander than The most garish sun.. She was the soul of her family, crown jewel for her father, Received from the Lord in alms, In her tiny little world, She was no lesser than, A princess of the seven realms. Until.. Those lustful fiends, Set their eyes upon her, Slaves, Of their demonic bodily thirst, Grabbed her, As she was shrieking, To be free from their clutches, Pleading, begging, But they were too crazed, By their odious desire, Her loin was intruded, And body scarred, Her sanctity polluted, Her eyes went dry In those unfateful moments, She died a million deaths, Her world darkened forever, Her dreams were expunged, Her smile was lost, For never to be found.. The Satan was so ashamed, For the moral destitution Of those fiends, and their heinous deed, He prepared the Gallows, To hang himself to death, In exchange of her, Lost innocence,...