Offerings

by
Darksword

Flickering Flare
So powerful in the night.

Smoldering Shame
For the deeds done out of sight.

Lingering Pain
From the wound brought by the knife.

Peacefully Lain
Out in death, unlike his life.

And the stake came down
The night only hearing the sound
Of his screams after death
And the sight from the soul that has left.

And the hunter turns
Another demon she his rid from this place.
But she is being followed
By a silent, pale face.

Another life is given to the dark;
and my kindred she will no longer stalk.

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