in the mist of the moon

my eye where starting to get weary as i waited fore the hell to begin like all the day before i was looking at the moon in the window so white and pure the light illuminating my little cell . as i started to hear coming footstep my nails sinking in my arms in fear of what to come when he came in and closed the door behind with his large grin on his face i climb on the bed as the sound of his belt buckle coming off was resonating in my head like echo up the mountain. when he started to climb on me stroking my face with his dirty finger looking at the moon i started wishing to be at her place in the sky. during his painful pounding trying to not see his pleasure rapt face i saw the knife the guard had forgotten to take with my plate on the ground my cold hand grasping the handle with out any second tough i plunged it up to my hand in his throat his black blood gushing on my face i saw his face contorting in pain as i started to pull the knife out of his neck to stab him in the chest again and again when i saw his dull expressionless eyes looking at me. i realized what i had done i felt glad but i needed more of those people needed to die then his face came in my mind even clearer then the day he and his troop destroyed my village and my family 7 years ago . with every fibber of my soul i wanted him dead.......... roland