Another Night's work

I hear her cry,
call out in pain...
asking for help...
But its become,
my best talent,
you see,
to ignore one's cries..
I sheath the blades,
another dark blot
clouds my soul...
and then the cries grow quiet,
and become the last whispers of death.
She cries out once more,
in agony and defeat,
then lay lifeless
and still on the floor...
As i slowly step out the door,
turn my face to the moon,
and set off...
Later, I receive my pay,
for another night's work,
Happy, once again, to once
again escape dusk,
and seek shelter from the
rising sun, and its
Discriminating Light.

Reviews

[The Cute 1]

omg i love it

[D S Rollins]

Every line invokes it's own imagery and very snappy and to the point.

[Moflo]

This was very well written. Such meaningful lines powering a great emotion that the reader can feel. Good work.

[CarrieLynn {Chameleon A..]

Such exquisite lines pieced together such lovely mental pictures! Well Done!