Executioner’s Call
By: Maggie
A gun in one hand
A knife in the other
Her soul in three parts
Only one she owns
The dead manipulate
The furry are needy
Each owns a part of her
Only one embraces her wholly
He helps her always
He knows her like no other
He never asks naught of her
She asks no more from him
Together they are one
An unstoppable force
Now to get rid of the other two
But restrained by the Executioner’s Call