Snow White
Sweet snow white skin
Bruised, covered in welts
Blood flows down her body
As the beating is dealt
He watches the torture,
Locked away in his cage -
Like a beast, he paces
Consumed with his rage
Blade caressing her body
Yet, only a whimper
No scream of her torment
Just one terror filled whimper
Wrists shackled above her,
Ankles cuffed, but spread wide
Her body abused and violated
His hands clenched by his side
He calls out her name,
Straining against his chains -
Her eyes fixed on him
Chilling blood in his veins.
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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