Sleeping Beauty.

Half past midnight,
and one moment I was lying sleepily on my bed,
calming thoughts running through my mind,
but then I heard a noise.

[pounding on the walls]

It wasn't once, not even twice.
But eight even knocks.

My heart stuttered as my legs snuck
out, but before I could turn on the light,
my eyes met his.

His.... deep brown eyes that bore into
my soul,
arms raised,
and I took my last breath as the axe
came down,

and crimson spilled everywhere.

Faintly, I heard the words being muttered,
"sleep beautifully, my love."

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Written 6/28/13

Okay, so the story here is that my older brother, who knows I write poetry, came into my room and dared me to do a prompt given the time it took for him to walk downstairs to get something and back up. So less than 2 minutes. And of course, his topic was serial killers. This is with no edits and he wanted me to post it lol....just thought I would, not my best but I tried!
* he thought of the title too