Craddled To Her Death

Looking into the candle, anger rages within as I remember.
Sadness washes the rage as I look into her dying eyes.
Remembering what I tried so hard to forget, horrid memories.
Remembering the night that haunts me night and day.

Walking home from the grocery store, arms full of bags.
The wind's anger rages as leaves dance in the street.
The day's cold envelops me, sending shivers down my spine.
Moving slowly, taking my time to absorb autumn's scent.

Suddenly, a scream shrieks in the distance, piercing.
Paralysed by fear, I recognize the voice, alarmed.
Dropping the food, I run towards the pleas, panicked.
Minutes seem like hours as I approach the dungeon.

Running with all the energy left in me, I finally arrive.
I start to panic as the screams cease, silent echos.
Opening the door as another slams, I rush to my sister's side.
Lying on the floor, twisted in agonizig pain.

Blood stains my hands as I place her head on my lap.
Trying to comfort her, desperately wanting the pain to vanish.
Looking into her eyes one last time, I tell her I love her.
Yet, only her soft moans answer as I craddle her to her death.

Looking into the candle, memories as vivid as ever.
Guilt washes over me, innocent beyond my belief.
Forced to live in silence, prisoner within myself.
Forced to cover the truth, bruises hidden from prying eyes.

© Fighter

*not my best, i know... this is only a draft.
**never happened to me.