His Wicked Ways Poem by Abhilaasha Singh

Her silent screams tear through
the air,
While the world lies asleep
She stifles cries, holds back weeps
While eyelids shut in
the care of peace

This battle she must fight alone
A battle with the demons in her head
Even if it to murky places takes her
With an unending, unforgivable stench

She refuses assistance from those on her side
Fearing for their own sanity
Hers was lost but she wouldn't risk
For their sake, their humanity

She rose to face for (unknowingly) the final time
The tormentor of her being
He was a marvelous king, but of frost
Who with but one look had
Her fate sealed

She fought him as her heart would approve
Slaying the demons of his illusions
Putting an end once and for all
To remaining passions and delusions.

She would emerge victorious, she thought
Before he struck his last blow
A life outside of this torture, now
She would not know

Shes beyond saving, she believes
Too far gone to be assisted
Death seems like the welcome cure
Which she had thus far resisted