Poem of a
Waif
Author's Notes: This kind of goes with a future story
called, "The Waif Child" that will hopefully be up today or
tomorrow.
You are my
knight,
and while your armor doesn't shine
your eyes of
winter's frost do.
Your hands and skin are
Like fire to their ice.
He was my monster
No,
He was our
monster.
His eyes burned like fire,
yet his hands and skin were
like ice compared to them.
You are my dark knight
cold and
distant like a star
but like the same star
you burn with a
bright passion.
A dark passion.
You saved me from our
monster,
you saved me from his desire.
But tell me my beautiful
dark knight
tell me please
I beg of you.
Can you save me?
Can you save me from yourself?
