AN/ Well, here's the outcome of a poem I've been attempting for weeks on end now, I hope that it's okay and please feel free to review *hint hint*
This is for NCD, Princess Sammi and The Half Cast Mourne Posh Girl – cheer up duckies :) much love!
Constance wakes in the morning,
At the first glimpse of light,
And the woman with a dagger,
Crushes her courage and might,
She casts a spell at the sun,
To make sure it shines,
Damn the woman with a dagger,
Who keeps invading her mind,
Constance is secretly falling down,
But her pride still stands tall,
Until the woman with a dagger,
Revisits the school,
She puts the ingredients into the cauldron,
To keep herself awake,
Curse the woman with a dagger,
Who causes more pain than a soul can take,
Constance settles her class with a glare,
Another trick of the trade,
Shoot that relentless woman with a dagger,
With her relentless silver blade,
She flies down the hallway,
The follower gaining ground
And the woman with a dagger,
Is silent, she makes no sound
Constance reaches a dead end,
She turns backed against the wall,
So the woman with a dagger,
Smiles, with her eyes cruel,
Constance says a prayer to herself,
Could she really kill?
And the woman with a dagger,
Remains standing perfectly still,
She is hit by a red bolt,
She is thrown across the room,
The smiling woman with a dagger,
Thinks Constance is doomed,
Constance pulls herself up,
She can hesitate no more,
But the woman with a dagger,
Is laying dead on the floor,
She stares across the room,
There is Amelia standing still,
To save her deputy,
She is willing to kill...
AN/ Okay, I know the ending is somewhat out of character, but it needed to end somehow, and they were hardly going to have tea and cake now, were they? ;)
As usual, thanka for reading...
BMF out! ^_^