Hey Guys :) The second poem in my series of three. Once again please read and review and thanks for all the lovely reviews I've had so far. :)
Hecketty's eyes show twisted pleasure in her mind at the thought of causing her protegee pain. Bolts of light hit again and again.
She'll need to pray tonight.
" I'm sorry!" she screams, but words do her no good. She just gives up, Hecketty has already taken away her innocence. Her childhood.
She'll need to pray tonight.
There's no point in screaming, no one will answer her cries. Or see the sorrow in her eyes. For years now she has been well hidden in a place where all have been forbidden.
She'll need to pray tonight.
No sign of stopping, what's she to do? Hope tonight's the end? Bid her life adieu?
A grip, A twist, A snap, A scream. There is no dignity that she can redeem. While Hecketty will be roaming free, Constance will be condemned for eternity
She'll need to pray tonight.
The reflection of pain was in her eyes as she fought to hold back tears. The tears of hardship, held back for years. Hecketty won't stop until she's done her worst. She doesn't care about the child she's hurt.
She'll need to pray tonight.
Finally it stops, she does no more. While Constance just lies there sprawled on the floor. The door clicks shut, she's all alone in the darkness on her own. To give her the strength to survive. To fight.
Constance will need to pray tonight.
