Wrote this with a friend in the 9th grade. I just found it in an old notebook. The poem is pretty dark, but that's just how teen angst works. :)
A maiden sits upon a bed
Beside her is the man she wed
Sinful thoughts fill her head
Lead her on a path none dare tread
Intoxicated haze contradicts the dread
The warmth within her long since dead
Sanity hangs by a broken thread
A flashing blade, to death it led
Silver gleams off tears not shed
As light floods from a moon blood red
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