I.

The flames burn hot

Red hot, eating through

Everything.

Screams rang out like

Morbid bells

A death song for a

Murderer.

Condemned to die

The moment he first

Took a life.

ii.

The bite of the

Bullet was all

He felt.

No cries of grief

No tears shed for

A killer.

A toast to

The victors as he lay

On the ground

Dying.

iii.

Ruby liquid

Splashed on

A bathroom wall.

Silver winks

And flashes

In the light.

Wounds on pale

Skin

Were all they

Found of

Her.

The broken

Princess.

AN: A Poem written about my three favorite ghosts; The Jackal, the Juggernaut, and The Angry Princess. Read and review