I cannot see his colour, a village fanfic

I cannot see his colour.

Disclaimer: i don't own any of the characters or any storyline or even to do with the village.these rights go to Touchstone and to M.Night Shyamalan.

Summary: A poem about Ivy finding Lucius wounded,and how she can't see his colour.Plase R/R! constructive comments are welcome, since this is my first poem ever.

I cannot see his colour.

I stand alone at the front door,

Why did my eyesight become so poor?,

I walked inside and stared at the ground,

I sensed you like a trained bloodhound.

I pick you up, into my arms,

And feel the tears well up in my eyes,

Whoever did this i will now despise,

I'll hold you here,

Away from fear.

Something runs from you, it can't be tears,

It's something quiet, that i can't hear,

I place my hand over your side,

hear you whimper,

As you cried out.

Something warm begins to flow

What it is i don't know.

I hold you closer, you're growing cold

Your too young to die,your not even old.

Somebody comes up to the door

I could see them if my sight was'nt so poor

They run off,then someone comes back,

I don't turn around,no i won't look back.

My father returns, and see's you there,

I place my hand on your black hair,

He drags me away, i cry out,

Please don't go, just don't black out.

What happened to your colour,

Where did it go?

A/N- hope you guys liked it,please R/R!