Tidal waves

You can feel them coming

Breaking carefully

Gently lulling

As they lick,

At the fringes,

Of an already tender mind,

She can hear it coming,

She can feel its power,

And the danger that lurks behind.

Deep within,

Its swirling waters,

There lives the fabled,

Devils daughter.

Her mirror reflection

Her other self,

Lies unawakened

On a waterfall shelf.

But the hourglass is falling,

Time runs out,

And red eyes fly open,

Scratched hands held out

For she is awake,

The devils daughter,

Her other self,

Now begins the slaughter