Disclaimer: Nope I don't own x-men or our favourite highland lass, if I did
we'd see a lot more of her.
Author's note: Okay, go easy on me. This is complete rubbish I know but now
you're here you can summon the energy to read and review right? I'm just a
bored 15-year-old sitting infront of a computer.
It's about when she had to make her escape from her home in Scotland, for
fear of being lynched by evil townspeople, incuding her own father (damn
him). A couple of the lines are a bit cryptic but if you can still enjoy
the poem (and understand the majority of it) I'll be v. happy. ^_^
I am Wolfsbane
Sheltered from torrential rain,
My warm breath mists on icy paine.
On whose hands can I place the blame?
A lonely lass, I am Wolfsbane.
Hunted down all through the night.
As they passed by I shook with fright.
Hide in the dark, turn off the light.
In wardrobe black, this is not right.
A longer night there never was,
Counted in heart-thumps forever because
A mutant, a demon, accursed by all gods,
No matter the pain that hating me does.
I leave the Unforgiving tomorrow.
I've nothing to take, I've nothing to borrow,
So lend me your hearts and leand me your sorrow.
I'm a Sinclair, and I've no one to follow.
I find a place that's free of pain,
Where people accept me and call me by Rahne.
A life full of laughter and living's a game.
I'm happy at last, I am Wolfsbane.
Author's note: That's it! Thank you for your time. And I'm quite aware of
it's many faults I just thought that you may enjoy it, I hope you did, let
me know.
we'd see a lot more of her.
Author's note: Okay, go easy on me. This is complete rubbish I know but now
you're here you can summon the energy to read and review right? I'm just a
bored 15-year-old sitting infront of a computer.
It's about when she had to make her escape from her home in Scotland, for
fear of being lynched by evil townspeople, incuding her own father (damn
him). A couple of the lines are a bit cryptic but if you can still enjoy
the poem (and understand the majority of it) I'll be v. happy. ^_^
I am Wolfsbane
Sheltered from torrential rain,
My warm breath mists on icy paine.
On whose hands can I place the blame?
A lonely lass, I am Wolfsbane.
Hunted down all through the night.
As they passed by I shook with fright.
Hide in the dark, turn off the light.
In wardrobe black, this is not right.
A longer night there never was,
Counted in heart-thumps forever because
A mutant, a demon, accursed by all gods,
No matter the pain that hating me does.
I leave the Unforgiving tomorrow.
I've nothing to take, I've nothing to borrow,
So lend me your hearts and leand me your sorrow.
I'm a Sinclair, and I've no one to follow.
I find a place that's free of pain,
Where people accept me and call me by Rahne.
A life full of laughter and living's a game.
I'm happy at last, I am Wolfsbane.
Author's note: That's it! Thank you for your time. And I'm quite aware of
it's many faults I just thought that you may enjoy it, I hope you did, let
me know.