Elegy, Volume 3: Her Dark Knight
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Elegy by Diziet Est-Vorre
III. Her Dark Knight
He promised her this young boy was his last, He told her pain means nothing to the dead, Perhaps she thought his darkness now had passed-- Bones still below, she lay upon on his bed.
But gone his tender touch and gentle gaze: He rent her clothes and scourged her naked flesh, And she-- her blood responding-- gasped. Eyes glazed, Skin hot, Rachael with her Dark Knight enmeshed.
So passed the months blurred by desire and pain, Till one pale winter morning in the woods, She found the gates to Helthor's dim domain, And in the snow a trail of crimson blood.
On legs not quite her own she tread past each Red track, through cold crypt doors, on blood slick floors, Till wordless screams piercing her ears, she reached the source-- hands red, his eyes held no remorse.
A broken girl lay pleading on his knees, Her naked form en clothed by bloodied foam And strips of flesh, as deaf to all her pleas, He scraped the broken muscle from her bone.