Sharp As It Is Dark

The moon stares her in the eyes,
The bright glint on the dark blade.
The river of red waiting to flow,
The tears ready to cascade.

Our dear Serena
Life has taken its toll on her
No more point in all,
No one left to know or care

Blade in hand her fingers tremble
A steady grip is on her mind
And other things that shouldn’t be
All that she’d be leaving behind

Can she really do it?
End her life of dread?
We’ll just have to wait and see.
If the bad memories leave her head