Dagger

Shiny and silver,

Tiny but deadly.

This is the look of a dagger.

The thoughts of Heaven flashed in order,

From one to eleven.

One is soon to be forgotten,

And she will be done.

Two she sees shoes,

As white as snow,

Three she gives a cry of plea.

Four she knows her body,

Will be no more.

Five she dives to see,

Six is the mix,

Of the criminals deeds.

At seven she knows

She'll be in Heaven

Eight will be too late,

For the murderer.

Nine it's time for him,

To face his untold fate.

At ten His men

Come to help this girl.

And eleven come at last

Be the story now told,

Of how a girl's life,

Oh how easily it will mold,

Into a perfect creation,

Of only His alone.