Enslaved In Darkest Hours Poem by Samantha Williams

Love so divine entwined within her heart.
It tortures her so much there's no control.
She beats her fists and screams unto the hearse.
Till all is black and horrid dreams take whole.

Within those cells relentless tortures cease,
And now the dreams it brought are ash and snow.
The love that was so pure she can perceive,
And needs it now; she needs to feel it flow.

The sweet essence of mortality hears,
She's lion's prey whose hearts are ripped to shreds.
Her very heart inferno's flame it sears.
The night concealed the light; on her soul treads.

The moon did shadow with dark arrays her blade.
The cold stone ground did love her lurid body laid.