Knowing the worst is about to happen
Streaks of ice swipe across the mirror of my eyes
The biggest demon stands at the door
Holding an axe ready in hand
Then when I am feeling hopeful the axe cuts the pale sheet
which keeps this body together
Bleeding helplessly with hand out in reach
The massive demon takes his final blow to the center of every being
The Heart
It falls carelessly to the floor
No longer living
In the majesty of the moment the demon leaves never looking back
with his new treasure
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