"Ha," he laughed as he leaned over the girl,
Strapped to the chair with her brown hair curled,
"You thought you were clever, now you're bound to be severed,"
He tightened the straps made of black molten leather,

She quivered and shook and stared at this crook,
As he smiled wide and took a good look,
His face was painted white, his eyes glowed with sin,
Surely demented, he toyed with her skin,

She screamed and she hollered, but no one could bother,
He mocked, "Maybe be louder, alert your lost father,"
Her cheeks stained with tears, like black dye on porcelain,
He fed off her fears, which continued to worsen,

She took a deep breath and she woke from her dream,
She sat up, alert, and was deafened by a scream,

It came from the floor, she looked down in horror,
The man painted white was shaking in fright,

Her hands gripped the axe handle tight,
As she brought it down with all her might.