It was while you were dying
That I noticed you first
How fascinating it was
To see the blood slowly soak your shirt

It was a large puddle
And I was mesmerized
You opened your mouth to scream
But it only came out of your eyes

It was beautiful
You clutched your wound, begging for help
But no one helped you, did they?
Only your killer, he called you a 'miserable whelp'

Light was fading from your eyes
It was easy to see
It was so clear, so clear
And so lovely to me

You struggled to get up
To go to the next room
Yet your bones, all, were broken
You were almost torn to two

It's funny, I'm frozen
Just watching this display
Many would be appalled at my actions
Severely dismayed

I could not stop it
As I kneeled next to you
Looking at your twisted face
Blotched by an minor wound

Blood continued to stream out
Life still drained, now slowed
Pity it was, but it was only a matter of time
The essence still out-flowed

Though, once your gasps came in short bursts
I knew it was time
You were close to death, my dear
The sight then was divine

Embraced by death, your eyes went cold
Your warmth fled your body, just like your soul
A hungry grim spread across my face
So, this part shall be told:

To your corpse, I thrust
My hand through your chest
Clutching that still-beating heart
I presume all know the rest...

What a delightful meal, it did take so long
To wait for you to die
Yet whenever you come back again
Don't forget to come and say 'hi'.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Miraman, in the year 478 AF.