An Enlightenment.
How do we understand someone,
Whose soul can't be clearly seen?
Is she only a young witch to you?
For she's more than a young witch to me.
Many years have passed,
Since from her youth she was denied,
And the harsh witch was formed,
Her soul was shut outside.
How do we react to someone,
Who we cannot understand?
Do we reject them?
Do we accept them?
Do we care enough to lend a helping hand?
For the unfortunate who are blind,
Or those who refuse to see,
The true beauty of the witch,
And the soul that lays beneath.
There are a few little hints,
That you may have overlooked,
To the life that she used to live,
And the youth that her tutor took.
For example have you ever noticed,
The clues left on her face,
Her elegance and precision,
Her perfect dignified grace?
Her eyes tell a tale of sadness,
Like a lake of tears and remorse,
The iris as dark as her past its self,
And only when the night does fall,
Will the lake turn into a river,
And will the river run its course.
Her lips are as red as cherries,
A true enemy of her eyes,
The lips will beat them and defeat them,
With their casual yet painful lies,
Even in these few things we can see,
The evidence for a life that was meant to be,
So don't look away and don't see right through,
For the way that you treat her,
Is the way that she will treat you,
Should you have learnt your lesson,
Step forward and let us see,
Whether she is now a witch to you,
For she's more than a witch to me.
AN: Thank you for reading 'An Enlightenment', it was written purely to try and cheer a certain fairy up so... yeh... taa again. *BMF hands lolly pops to all reviewers*