Silent Screams
He saw her one night,
Bathed in softest moonlight
Dancing ‘neath dark velvet sky,
Yearning to caress her,
He swore he’d possess her,
And claim his young beauteous prize.
And so he conspired,
Caught the girl admired,
Brutality, she’ll never forget,
Kept always in cold chains,
Her fierce spirit did wane,
Leaving his porcelain marionette.
With composed painted face,
She stares out into space,
Lamenting the life she’s denied,
Through her window she gazes,
And even as the sun blazes,
Not joy in its beauty she finds.
No emotion she shows,
But who truly knows,
What’s behind those cold hazel eyes?
At night when she dreams,
Writhing she screams,
To the bed her wrists are tied.
Each day a charade,
More and more she fades,
A victim of obsessive desire.
In her visions she‘s seen,
Death’s gates all a’gleam,
Eyes burning red with fire.
When beckoned, she follows,
She speaks, her voice hollow,
“Grant me a sweet release -
Take me this night,
‘neath sweetest moonlight,
So that my captivity may cease”.
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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