Author's Note: This is from Neon's point of view.
My papa hires a blondie to protect
His precious Neon from the cruel herd.
He stalks me when I try to disconnect
From my security before I'm heard.
When I link up with flesh collector friends,
A piercing gaze burns scarlet on my nape.
His jealousy knows no restraints or ends;
Possessiveness prevents any escape.
I flutter like a petal in his stare
And blossom pink when he ensnares my wrist
To tug me back toward my father's lair,
His chains aflutter on his tightened fist.
Someday, we shall be wedded for my name
To aid him in prevailing in his game.