Life stolen at such a young age
Tragic, discarded, the gift of flesh
Forsaken, but yet the spirit lingers
Clinging to its earthly remnants
Fighting the pull of aeons
With strength no longer human
Whilst the presence manifests
The ignorant fear innocence
And seek comfort in that which makes them weak
But true heart sees further
Sees through the perceived deception
To the core of truth, beyond the soul
As witch-lights flicker
In dying sockets