Death of a soul

Darkness scares me, and so do men

My soul lies ripped, torn and slain

My heart pounds hard, as memories haunt me

That torturous night, when men cornered me

The moon screamed aloud, stars couldn’t speak

As the night swooped on me, and devoured my shriek

It was ten years ago, but my scars are still raw

Such a trauma, such a horror, never again I saw

The sky was aghast, the leaves murmured a protest

As my clothes were torn, and my soul laid to rest

Rain pelted down, as the men moved away

It washed over my body till the outbreak of day

I bled, I sweated, I shrieked in my fear

The merciful rain blended faithfully with my tear

No more ambition left, I have now no goal

My body stays alive, it is the death of a soul…..