Triumph

A small room,

Blood stained,

Carpets

Drenched,

Ethereal light

Filtering through the doorway.

Grotesquely sprawled,

Her white form lies

Immersed in the red bath,

Joy mocked in her faint smile,

Kelly green eyes half open,

Lips bruised.

Magnificently spoiled,

Naive and

Oh so innocent. Her

Precious features marred. The

Quintessential victim,

Resplendant in her

Stunning perfection. The

Tall stranger in the

Unwavering light, looking down in sick

Victory, scanning the room

Warily, taking an

X-ray with his eyes for traces of

Yielding evidence before departing in

Zealous pursuit of his next angel.