She who was
Stolen by the dark night
Where pain and agony at it’s peak height
There the assault takes reins
Night drips haunted screams and the never safe lanes
Where the hope bleeds in blights
Now she who is lost behind maze of doors
Where gavel is thrall
In a room of secrets where silence falls
The twis ted pain pillages her deflowered core
Her plucked innocence now lost in realm of disarray
Her sanity entangled crippled in ropes and bondage
She was exposed every inch thrown for the predator eyes , sullied leers And those taunting
sneers
He tore her sanity
Muffled her moans as they decorating the blight night
Interwoven with a corrupted fate
Where she was sold
Behind the closed doors
The reality is where the little girls are sold
The innocent souls suffer in distraught
Their emotions and flowers bought

Their frail little body are the bargain
Where the dreams and hope drown in drain
Her body priced with hungry eyes
Her pleads and hopes died along with sparkle in her lovely eyes
A silent gavel seals her fate,
As men decide, as men create.
The men of culture now shall assemble
And witness this dirty gamble
The real society filled with scandals
Now say men can you handle
The bargain of little souls
Who are now lost with gone hopes
Distraught eyes , bleeding bodies with the haunted nights
No voice to scream, no hand to fight,
Now their lost purity in the cold night
She who was forced on a morally tainted journey
Now began to flicker away
With Shattered hopes and drugged veins
Her neck dangling with pretty heart chains
The phaetons who dares to breathe in light
Tore her dreams of skies that never cries
Her helpless hands
Her soft voice
Cried day and night
Bled at every side
She who was undressed with eyes

Forced open and gazed by the predator eyes
Now whispers prayers to thundering sky
Beneath the shining stars glowing in the dark
Tells her story she who was before
Abducted by the dark night
Before the blind sights
Dreamed of the ballroom
Fitted suits ,bow ties,red dress
And that lovely pearly necklace
Those stunning crystal beads sandals
Were the petty dreams of a 9 year old damsel

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