Once she said no one could touch her,
she was as cold as the tombstone she lays a hand on.
This rogue of 18 years of age was never one for any sort of human contact,
she didn't think it was becoming of her.
One person changed that for this girl of 18.
She knew what she was doing in the first place,
a rare gem that could be seen by everyone,
all but the girl herself.
The vampress took in the mortal rogue of 18,
making the girl subcumb to the vampress' charm.
She was broken down from the rogue status,
and made someone's beloved.
Time passes and things go well for both,
a relationship of human and immortal is born.
A dangerous one to be of the sort,
but either way both didn't care about the negatives.
Eventually the vampress is struck down by a stake,
leaving the rogue girl of 18, now immortal herself alone.
She is placed in the care of her late beloved's Milady and her partner.
This is where the rogue girl of 18 sits now.
A room that is empty of things,
only a few that is owned by the Mistress of the castle.
The thoughts in her head swell and she is overcome with saddness,
the only thought that doesn't come to mind is abandonment.
The rogue vampress of 18 years of age looks on in saddness,
now she walks the castle when no one is there.
She stares at the crypt of which the coffin she shared.
The lover she had of which is no more.
Author notes
i dunno what to say... just came to mind.
what do you think?
Comments
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this is awsome


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i love it very interesting
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awesome poem




