Her Honour I Stripped...

“Come, ill set you free”
Called out a whisper to me.
I heard a wailing scream,
I perceived it to be no dream.

Beads of fear on my forehead,
I did not dare leave my bed.
Shivers running down my spine,
I vision her dead body so supine.

To me, the banshee calls out,
“Death is near, no doubt.”
As I see her spectral face clear,
My dark heart fills with fear.

I see my dark deeds,
Filling my mind.
Time
I cannot rewind.

She screeches in anger
About her broken trust
And of how I thrust
My dagger inside her


She spurted black blood,
In a torrent, in a flood


With a malice so pure,
To make sure
I plunged it so yet again,
Her senses she’d never regain.

The beautiful ghoul
Has come to take my soul
My body she will burn
My soul she will churn

At the Gates of Netherworld.