Vaurien Scapegrace

• Georgina Stephens, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2011

There is no one who seems to understand
The great amount of beauty in the death
But I am showing them with my dry hand
The wonder that is the last bloody breath

I'm sure they don't mind this release from life
Death's bony finger are too slow for me
Splatter their red rose with only a knife
There's no need to look at me fearfully

Mutilation is as great as Blue Poles
Their souls scream a thousand times in fury
This told all the time before the warmth falls
So I tell you as it's mandatory

I strike and grind as this is not a lie
Here and now is when you must say goodbye