Child And Child

Nighttime has fallen
She sits on the floor
The raven starts calling

Whispering to herself
No one can hear but
China dolls on the shelf

Cherry hair lank
Skin snow white
Upon blood banks

"It's gonna be okay"
She rubs her belly
And softly says

Red smears her skin
Her wrist knows
These hours are sin

The blood displayed
Was a baby gift
From best friend "Blade"

She's waiting for dawn
When the sun rises
Child and child will be gone