Victory March

by Odessa   Dec 13, 2008


The flames that surround,
Raise higher and higher,
With a young woman bound,
Surrounded by this deadly fire.

"Kill me now!"
"Do not torture me!"
Her screams fall on deaf ears; disallowed,
Unable to watch the slow grin filled with glee.

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