The night lightened with lifted hearts,
Safe from a darkness that tore love apart,
Deep in the beckoned, thorn-full wood,
In the shadows a creature stood,
Away from people there it lies,
There to stay and never rise,
Tackles its own demons and fears,
Even though it causes small child's tears,
It is just a small girl,
She did nothing just let life unfurl,
Ran from the parents whom she bestowed trust,
Those who called her pure disgust,
From the day of birth she never knew love,
And so she killed and sent above,
She bit peoples necks and tore their skin,
To hide her parents deepened sin,
And as it approaches, the dark and dreary dawn,
We all know she won't make it to morn,
Because the sticks blazing are drawing near,
Drawing up every childs God damn fear,
And in the end no one won,
For although she died...
Doesn't everyone?
