A Bit of Dagra

Darkness abounds-

Cool and sleek-

Prancing and prodding-

Fearless sneak-

Silently slithering-

Moving in on her kill-

Cold hearted; Black heart-

Hate her only will-

Plotting and Planning-

Victims’ misfortune-

Pockets vacant; Dreams disturbed-

Paying homage to the evils.



Reaching for pain-

Pushing away pleasure-

Destruction and devastation-

Making life sweeter then Hell-

Overwhelmed and drown in despondency-

Bringing a grimace of delight-

Seeking the sound of a last breath-

The horror of a death cry-

The scream for mercy to be granted-

Left without~

A welcome of torture-

Mind and soul-

Never-ending…

Eternal…

Timeless…

Forever in blissful misery.


[This poem was written about a rogue character I used to roleplay. She was ruthless and fearless.]