Tidal waves
You can feel them coming
Breaking carefully
Gently lulling
As they lick,
At the fringes,
Of an already tender mind,
She can hear it coming,
She can feel its power,
And the danger that lurks behind.
Deep within,
Its swirling waters,
There lives the fabled,
Devils daughter.
Her mirror reflection
Her other self,
Lies unawakened
On a waterfall shelf.
But the hourglass is falling,
Time runs out,
And red eyes fly open,
Scratched hands held out
For she is awake,
The devils daughter,
Her other self,
Now begins the slaughter
