She This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


She bounds upon the mist at night
Before the hidden dagger fight.
Sheeyes her victims with loving care
Before driving them to complete despair.
Her sword is held by her forked tongue
And with a kiss she tastes theyoung.
Beware to all who come to her to play.
The sirens have chased theLorelei away.
Her once clean flesh is now rough and cold;
Upon the rocksshe rests alone.
A sweet child of ours, her heart so kind;
She always hadher friends in mind.
Her mind now gone as to statues she yells
Andblindly prays to ringing bells.
An atheistic god with poison breath
Hasher soul within his grasp.
Now sleeps she, a sad story indeed,
But I willalways be the one who heeds
Her silent cries for help as she lies away
Byglow of moon or bright of day.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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