Dying Screams of a Tortured Soul Part 1

She breathes for him.
For all of eternity
Undoing his sin,
healing his fallen serenity.

Her life is his
Will forever and always remain that way.
One simple, gentle wish,
Is granted when she won't stray.

She's held captive
Staring at the chains binding her hands
Her captor isn't adaptive
But ruler of the lands

Her once beautiful scales on her mermadic tail
Have shied away to expose the less appealing
He stripped her glamour from her and put it up for sale
"It's better this way," he explained. "You're less deeming."

His words confuse her
They make absolutely no sense at all
Her soul tries to amuse her,
trying to prevent the rushing on fall

The cell room is a cold place
And moonlight is rare
Her buried forced memories she tried to trace.
they come rushing back quick like blood from a tear.

Unexpected, those sudden tears won't stop
Relieved, those long suppressed memories break free.
Undoing the binding spell cast on them, the horrid wrought.
Never again will she be only a broken memory

His true face she remembers,
Her terror is tremendous,
Those eyes cast like late September
Just . . . simply horrendous.