A/N: Misty's turn, and poem 4/100 for the 100_poems challenge on livejournal.
Character Poems: The Dark Signers
2. Misty Tredwell
The wind turned on her one night,
treacherous whispers in the breeze
that came by and ruffled his hair
and hers…
and then swept him out of reach.
She tried to follow, but the soft
protecting cloak had become a wall
she could not break
nor penetrate.
It sucked her dry, in the end,
of water as the dry air
scraped her face, burnt her eyes
and pressed her blistered feet
on a desert road
as she tried to reach the sky…
And then it caught her, held her tight
and she closed her eyes with a sigh,
But a voice whispered in her ear,
reminding her of what she searched,
what she sought,
the thing in the skies she was reaching for
And she agreed, forced her crackled lips
and baked eyelids apart, accepting
the foundation that covered
the wrinkles that marred her skin –
It was never her brother she was looking for
after all – she'd seen him, a broken doll
cast aside – but she was thirsty, she realised
for something else, and she was a
vampire who had almost let
her prey go.