Sadistic Love

• Kimberley-ann Beaumont, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

Dear you have a hear of stone,
You sit upon your mighty throne,
Show wickedness to all man kind,
Your taste is bitter like orange rind.

Love you have a soul of ice,
Kill the cat then eat the mice,
We're synonyms to purest doves,
Our darkness is what fuels out love.