• My mind asks many questions, when my heart only dreads the sure answers that will flow from their mouth.
    All I can see when I close my eyes at night… It’s like I relieve that exact moment of my life.
    I can see you and your friends come up and torture me, but I can never see an unhooded face.
    I can remember the pain, the sorrow, the anger, the regret and I can remember what you did to me.
    The exact methods your kind used on me was heartless, gutless and cruel; but the one I can remember the most, was the very last one.
    You and your friends chained me up tight, so I couldn’t move a muscle, or even bow and kneel down, as you told me so often to do.
    It was then you marched up my friends, family and the love of my life and what you did next was unthinkable.
    They could not see me; alas I could see them and the fate you had thrust upon them, literally.
    I saw you kill every last one of them, pulling their head back and ever so slowly cutting their throat so they could feel their own blood trickle down their necks.
    That is when you took off your hood and looked at me with your beautiful gray eyes, the colour of a wolf’s pelt.
    Hair that was the colour of tree bark at midnight on full moon, that now was stained and dripping from human blood.
    Lips the colour of a dying and fading, bright red rose,that was now sending me an evil, but none the less sensual smile.