They gathered upon the shore —
a tumultuous scramble of rotten
hearts and unscrupulous souls —
to await the wrath swelling up
from the depths. No one flees
a fate earnestly earned.
She entered the room on the upbeat,
a swirl of skirt and hair. Innocence
lived in the brightness of her smile.
She had to remove the charm
hanging below her neckline
to enable his power, giving him
control over all she had kept pure.
He left the key in the door,
turned and made his way
to the shore.