Against the black tree, she could be found
Bound by layers of rope.
Mind running with anxiety
She thought she would not cope.
Their eyes locked, as he sharpened his axe.
Covered in blood and rust.
The only thing visible on his face
Was a look of pure disgust.
He made his way to her binding place
Her lips trembled in fear.
A smirk appeared on his face
As she shed a lonely tear.
He lifted the axe above his head
And brought it down with a hack.
Lets just say the tree now
Is red instead of black.
