The sound of innocence taken
Blasts through the wind,
Leaving an echoing silence,
Devoid of anything.
She stares him down,
Her ground a pool now,
But it was, indeed,
Sink or swim.
At this very moment,
Realizing a packie
Was not all at risk
She was of losing.
The stab wound's ooze
Cannot just do;
There's no excuse
For this doing.
There were always of Satan
Talk and sayings,
Pronouncements and slayings
That kept protruding.
But, eyes to the mirror in,
There's no confusing,
No alluding:
She's him.
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