Victoria 2 Poem by victoria dupree

The demon has yet to return to her soul.
For once in her life she is free.
she is dying but thankfully she doesnt know it.
Her wounds are finally healed and no scars are left behind.
The sweet smile i know forms on her pale face.
Her voice so weak and sweet softly spills out her feelings.
all i can do is smile as her eyes slowly close.
finally her body has been freed by the demon.
finally she can rest.