Marshika

She had impaled her.

She was on her way down.

Never to see her Lord.

Never to fly.

Never to play.

Never to taste life.

Ever again.

After all these years and broken promises.

With nothing left but the cold dreams she slept within the day.

This was it.

To be scorched to death by this bitch.

Like a rat.

On a stick.

As the last light died out.

She found.

To her suprise.

She welcomed it.

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