Sold

Dark and lonely,
can't see her face.
A beautiful figure,
in a desolate place.

A heart so pure,
now hatred's tool.
Her broken body,
floats in sorrow's pool.

Grim reaper stands,
her soul to take.
To taste her flesh,
and blood sweet as cake.

A single tear,
runs down her cheek.
Drawing in air,
she fights to speak.

A plea of faith,
to gods of old.
Realizing it's too late now,
her soul is sold.