I.
The flames burn hot
Red hot, eating through
Everything.
Screams rang out like
Morbid bells
A death song for a
Murderer.
Condemned to die
The moment he first
Took a life.
ii.
The bite of the
Bullet was all
He felt.
No cries of grief
No tears shed for
A killer.
A toast to
The victors as he lay
On the ground
Dying.
iii.
Ruby liquid
Splashed on
A bathroom wall.
Silver winks
And flashes
In the light.
Wounds on pale
Skin
Were all they
Found of
Her.
The broken
Princess.
AN: A Poem written about my three favorite ghosts; The Jackal, the Juggernaut, and The Angry Princess. Read and review