A cruel mask, lovely hands should never do as he did, never torture a female so, as my mind softened his hunger for my blood grown.
Oh the the peace my peace came in an echo of a little girls name, Zandra appeared to me that cold eve promising that my mind will be relieved,
she offers freedom from my hell, her soothing voice sang like a crystal bell,all she wanted was my heart black and bruised as it was,
and she would free me from my brother once and for all.With my mind as broken as it was, I didn't even take time to pause.
A sweet child with eyes of blue and with pink ribbons in her gold like hair.
Lovely was she not... Remember good and well looks are deceiving, and if you see her ,play nice or run away. Let all be warned.
As I agree to her terms we had no more words between us she stood there in front of me waiting for my brother, to return, he walked in and seen the little girl.
She snapped her fingers once and twice, he shrieked and fought but his scream and life was lost.
She walked a step one two and three kneeled and picked him up, and all I could see she held a white stuffed bunny doll.