SARAH POLLY

Revenge can take on many forms, least of all murder.

SARAH POLLY
(The butcher’s daughter)

By the door she lays in wait
As her victim takes the bait
She looks to him to feel her hate
For now he answers for her rape.

A daughter born to the butcher clan
Blade in hand she takes a stand
Like the cattle from the abattoir
She carves in him her signature

Conductor of the blades despair
His open wounds taste the air.
Flaccid now his butchered state
The crime committed sealed his fate

His body quartered, and cuts revealed
She feeds her dogs one last meal.
Bloodied apron, blades now hung
A night now spent on the run.

By her side the hounds of hell
There blood staind snouts served her well
From limb to limb his sentence served
His tortured cries is what is herd

Echoed in this bleakest night
Justice served now all is right
Tomorrows dawn,her soul at ease
Her innocence restored she rest at peace.