Dressed in blue she was

Recovered from the wounds

Wandering in circles

Staring at the moon

The baby she once knew

Now turned into beast

With the strength of millions

The brain the size of a cyst

After years of sharing provisions

She accepted him

Like an old friend

She trusted him

And then the day came

With arms held tight

Her neck squeezed like a hose

He forced his way in

Feeling nothing but power

"The whore, she must be possessed!"

“This is not over!”