Ode to a Lost Child
O' thee who is faster than light itself
Who defies the process of aging
With a light stepped movement
And child-like look
Can trick anyone into believing
O' thee whose hunger can never be cured
Nor never be satisfied through flavor
She yearns for the evil she can never have
Through the thirst inside of her keeps growing
Soon her control will break apart
O' thee who the thirst drives her like the wind drives sand
It controls her drives her…
A darkness that will last her immortal life
A thirst unending she walks the night
Searching for the thing she can never have
O' thee who hides when the sun streaks red through the pale morning sky
Into the dark and enclosed room she flees
To sleep till the sun retreats and rests for a day
She rises in the internal dark
And will never see light again
O' thee who immortal may be, but can it not be joyous?
Cursed, yes, to a life in the shadows
Sentenced to watch friend and family die
"Do not make friend of thy mortals" they tell her,
"For it will only lead to nothing but pain"
O' thee who tries to listen only to fail
Happening upon someone she cares
Driving them to an early death
She them since her hunger is high
She cries into the long unforgiving night
O' thee who cries in the night of the young
Staining her silk skin
As red lines streak down her face
She wonders if she lives in wonderland or hell
Waiting till the hunger call her to stalk the night once again