Freedom Returned

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Freedom Returned

She screamed his name
Upon the night wind's gentle call.
While his blood dripped free
From her shaken hands.
Her pain, her anguish
Finally at ease.
Over with by a knife's gentle kiss.
For he could lie no more.
Inflict his endless torture
Upon her frail body.
Never again to be at his mercy.
She stared amazed
Amazed by the reality,
The freedom she had gained.
Kneeling there in his blood
A slight smile gracing
Her battered face.
Her freedom returned
By the full moon's embrace.
Her smile, her laughter,
Like the purest song to ever be sang
Even as the warmth left her,
Faded to a chill that burned.
Still she glowed from the knowledge.
That she would hurt no more.
For in his final hour
He saw the pleasure in her eyes.
The life she once lived in her smile.
His blood coating her hands
By the light of the full harsh moon.
He saw her freedom returned.

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Shadow2u commented on Freedom Returned

02-11-2009

The darkest subjects of mind should be poured out on paper. A wonderful outpouring, nice imagery and intensity.

Bwyn commented on Freedom Returned

02-10-2009

Very very dark, and eerie, but good, very good.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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