Lost Will

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Shrinking into shadows
Lost in eternity
The creak of the door
She had lost her immunity

Yanked limbs from all sides
A direr situation
Dim candle light
An initiation

A blood crusted knife
'By this oath you shall swear'
Her will was gone
Lost in his stair

Eruptions of pain
Hot magma of red
Their souls erupted
They wanted her dead

Staining her wrist
A daunting task
No, she couldn't
'Must you even ask?'

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