Cerulean Black

Such a sweet little thing

Pink pigtails, tied up with string

Followed her home from school

Watched her splash through a clear pool

As she cut through the park

I watched her walk, the dark

Blue of her dress perfectly matching

The cerulean blue of the eyes that were catching

Me in their magnetic embrace

She had such a sweet face

I followed her out through an alley

I think I'll call this one Sally

She turned a corner, I watched

Her go, I deeply scratched

My arm in my haste to follow

Her; but there was someone in the hollow

Of that alley, who she now stood behind

A dark, amorphous shadow, spilling from her mind

She raised her hand, it raised one too

The gun sparkling in its hand like morning dew

Her eyes so blue now charcoal black

I'd been the one coming for a midday snack

But it looked like I would be the meal that day;

Her expression carved of tortured clay

She made the motion, it fired the shot

Put a bullet where I'd been so hot

I fell to the ground, scrambling back,

But I could see by the distinct lack

Of remorse in its eyes, that I

Was doomed to die;

It fired, and fired, and fired again,

'Til I was but the ruin of men

As I faded, I saw her take

My blood, which pooled about me like a lake

And write a number on the wall

The number 100, and the words "All

Done."