Little Child, so very quiet,
what do you fear the most?
Little Angel, still so honest,
what lies do you despise the most?
You sit there staring,
your red eyes glowing,
wet with unshed tears.
You fear the darkness,
you fear her love,
you despise their lies of a cure.
You fear their failure,
you fear her sickness,
you despise her false, angelic smile.
You tried so hard to help her.
You tried too hard to hate her.
But you're just afraid, of losing her.
You ran down that corridor,
holding her tight,
they chased you relentlessly,
their guns held high.
She pushed you through,
into that hard glass prison,
watching the door close between you.
You called out to her,
you watched them shoot her,
you saw her crimson blood.
That bullet wound,
so close to her heart,
she would never survive.
You begged her not to pull the lever,
but she made you promise to live forever.
"Help them, Shadow,"
she whispered softly,
"Let them live in peace."
She continued speaking,
but you did not hear her,
your mind fuzzy with grief.
She pulled the lever,
you landed below,
only to be captured by your hated foes.
They encased you in hard glass,
put you in stasis,
freezing your body in endless space.
Little Child, you lay so silent,
what do you fear the most?
Little Angel, are you still honest?
What is it you despise the most?
You fear the memories,
you fear the truth,
you fear your constant, endless youth.
You despise the humans,
you despise the past,
you despise the grief that always lasts.
You fear their lies,
you despise their pity,
you fear their weakness,
you despise their friendship.
Little Child, do you hate them all?
Little Angel, will you save them?
Will you fear the destruction you've caused?
Or are you too hard, to fear at all?