Emerged into the pixie dust of the savage beast.
Lay upon her hand into the tantalizing feast.
There stood many whom have fought and lost.
Into the fire pit of all it had cost.
Scratching at the surface of all blood, sweat and tears.
Are the many whom wept through its fears.
The beast now proclaims them as it's next bloodied meal.
Weakened to the point of imagining if this is for real.
Lingering on to the hope of live or die.
Scratched up at the surfaces of losing to goodbye.
One look in this demonic beastly face.
Was a monsters embrace.
Now can she face what is coming up next to her shattered mind of a twisted fate.
A nightmare beneath this anguished hate.
Stands a past of broken dreams.
Was a proposal of a fixated scream..
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