The Victims

by AinsleySara   Feb 11, 2006


Black as night
Thats how she fights
No one sees her coming
Soon they all start running

She has no special powers
But the blood it comes like a shower
She fights and fights
Sometimes she even bites

She throws people to the ground
Then she hits them
Pound,pound,pound!
She doesn't know when to end
The victims have no one to send

The only sound you hear is "crack"
No one dares turn their back!
All at once she runs away
Leaving the victims with nothing left to say!

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  • 18 years ago

    by Tim Fleckney

    Incredible imagry I love your style keep it up.
    Tim