His Painted Blood Mirror

The things you said
You said them clear
A line of words
Painted on the mirror

The things you saw
The horrible sights
A cryptic riddle
The reaper's scythe

The empty shades upon the floor
Distorted and carved as you saw them appear
How shocked you were as I stood
So obvious was your inexplicable fear

Blade in hand as I moved forth
The terror that reigned
The blade it tore through
As you screamed out in pain

I raised my hand again and again
Once, twice,twenty times more
Stood back to admire the art I made
Your body sprawled out on the blood stained floor

Fleeing the scene
Your words still fresh in mind
A broken-hearted girl
Who just committed a crime

Never seen never heard from again
The black night still dark
I left with the sin
That grows in my heart

The things you said
You said them clear
A line of words
I painted with blood on the mirror.

© Julia Donald 2009