His Precious Tart

We all remember that dreadful day,
You must know how her life must be,
It was a cold wet day in the middle of May,
When you decided just to let her see.

Your evilness and coldness was her biggest fear,
As you two walked through the shadows,
You laughed as you saw her first tear,
How she wished that she was in the meadow.

You grabbed her frozen hand as you walked,
They used to have such a sacred bond,
As you glanced at her pale face cause she hasn't talked,
You make her sit next that filthy pond.

She knew what was to come as you touched her thigh,
Slowly you came closer until she felt your breath on her neck,
Hard lips pressed on her and she wished to die,
By now she has become a total wreck.

The minutes went by while you beheld her,
The anger swelling and expanding within her chest,
And the hours passed by in a total blur,
Finally he lays down to rest.

She grabs the dagger she hid under her gown,
And takes away her pain just by jabbing her heart,
He looks at her lifeless body with a slight frown,
So he just shrugged and started his search for his new tart.