The slave and her knight

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she was free from her sins...she's dead...

Submitted: January 07, 2012

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the slave and her knight by hanna casinillo (deadly words)

She cried blood instead of tears.

And no one knew, on all these years.

That she had cuts, but yet unseen

I never knew that life's this mean.

What happened to her?

She dies on every night.

Have you ever think of it?

That something about her is not right.

A girl who never knew,

The meaning of being clean;

She was never treated like a woman,

Presences of her clothes were unseen.

Every night was like a paradise,

For those who wanted pleasure.

And every night she feels so odd,

By misusing all her treasure;

She didn’t want to be in this,

Every night she feels misused.

Every stroke, she knows inside;

Her body is abused.

She wanted to get out,

But still cannot escape

And every night she knows that,

This thing is called a “rape”

She envies on women,

Who had their husbands hug them tight;

She really wants a man with her,

And make all things go right;

She waited still and prayed.

Until she met a man,

He was good not like the others.

And with him, out, she ran.

She was happy to have her prince,

She lay with him in bed.

(boy's side)

And the next day he woke up,

To find out that she’s dead.

He’s crying but he’s happy,

For his girl at last found peace.

He took a knife and before he kills himself;

he gave her his last kiss…


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