The Love and Horror Here

Caster Girl

Green eyes, black hair,
Smell of lemons and rosemary in your hair,
A mystery about your air,
Numbers, always counting down, inked on your hand,
A locket, spouting visions of the past, found outside your family land.
You tell me in five months, you'll turn sixteen years,
And on that day, you'll live your darkest fears.
We've never met, except in dreams, until now,
When you showed up at school one day; pow!
No one understands you,
Or just who,
You are,
They stare as you drive by in your car;
Old Man Ravenwood's niece, in his Hearse.
You bare your family curse,
Like the crescent birthmark on your face,
The other girls laugh at you in disgrace,
Just because you're different than them,
They mock you and think you're dim,
You just ignore them,
Writing poems in your journal,
They don't know the forces they're messing with, after all.
Green eyes, black hair,
Smell of lemons and rosemary in your hair,
A mystery about your air,
Numbers, always counting down, inked on your hand,
A locket, spouting visions of the past, found outside your family land.
You tell me in five months, you'll turn sixteen years,
And on that day, you'll face your greatest fears.
You proudly wear your necklace of days gone by,
It's charms are all treasures (to you),
You'll wear it to the day you die,
It always reassures (lil' ol' you),
Of the days you never want to forget,
And sometimes of the ones you regret.
Green eyes, black hair,
Smell of lemons and rosemary in your hair,
A mystery about your air,
Numbers, always counting down, inked on your hand,
A locket, spouting visions of the past, found outside your family land.
You tell me in five months, you'll turn sixteen years,
And on that day, you'll live your greatest fears.
We all have to choose, between wrong or right,
But you have to choose forever, between Dark or Light,
On the night of your Sixteenth Moon,
The Book of Moons taking your choices as its boon,
And nothing will ever be the same,
You'll even learn your true name.
Green eyes, black hair,
Smell of lemons and rosemary in your hair,
A mystery about your air,
Numbers, always counting down, inked on your hand,
A locket, spouting visions of the past, found outside your family land.
You tell me in five months, you'll turn sixteen years,
And on that day, you'll live your greatest fears.
Lena Duchannes,
Pronounced in the South to rhyme with rain,
Sixteen Moons, Sixteen years,
Sixteen of your darkest fears.
Dark or Light,
Black magic or white,
Wrong or right,
You'll always be my Caster Girl.
Green eyes, black hair,
Smell of lemons and rosemary in your hair,
A mystery about your air,
Numbers, always counting down, inked on your hand,
A locket, spouting visions from the past, found outside your family land.
You tell me in five months, you'll be sixteen years,
And on that day, you'll live your darkest fears.