The Sacrifice

(16+ content possibly, please read with caution or not at all.)
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Stepping into the unknown
The sphere enclosed her.
No longer part of the warmth
The silent echoes plagued her.

There's no turning back
The voice played in her thoughts
It's salacious grin ingraining shivers through to her core
No, there's no turning back, a fight she sought.

Each step in this dome, frozen
Home to a thousand ghosts, ghouls, monsters
She steadied, this she had chosen.
It frequently swept past her skin, hailstorm, tingled.

She acknowledged, yet still forced on
Her path laid, barely visible, the moonlight too dim.
It slithered a seductive embrace, covered her with bridal lace, death-on
She willed herself not to fall, her strength faltered

It stood within arms reach, the table, a sacrifice
Upon strapped a boy, eyes no longer seeing, blind -suffice.
She couldn't move, cocooned, the lace gown bound her.
Her hopes quashed, angered, her life for his was the plan...
It's plan, devious, unsound, promises it didn't keep.

It grinned, menace rolling off it's lips, yet she didn't see
Yet she did.
It traced her skin through the lace, her lines, her curves, her silhouettes.
Still grinning.
'No' she whispered, 'there's no avail', brought back to life is a just.

She didn't see it coming
Blood on her gown
Blades circling her neck
His face now wearing a frown
Still bound, the table rocked.

Her veins breathed in deaths air
It slit, daggers softly curled down her chest
His chest ruptured at it's cold touch, still bound
Her eyes choked

This wasn't meant to be...
The promise
The legend
This couldn't be...
It's laugh echoed
'A fool to believe
A fool to not'
It welcomed its bride in place of her groom
The sacrifice made on a table riddled with death.

~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 15.03.2013

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I'm hoping this makes sense, but I warn you, I fell asleep halfway through it and now with a brain getting ready to shush it's the best I can do within the time I have. I hope it's still fitting to a certain degree.