Selene,the sickly sweet voice called out in the dark night..
And a shiver ran through the veins of the little girl,
With hair as dark as midnight sky..
Blue,without any luster though..
Eyes closed she walked towards the door..
Her eyes could not see,in moonless nights..
As her footsteps carried her away,towards the dark forest,
She could still fill the call on her name..
Heart beating loudly,as the ragged dress dragged behind her..
The fallen twigs became thorns,
As her footsteps bare landed..
Selene,you have grown up..
She heard the voice,and extended her hands..
As teeth sunk in..
To taste her blood..
Blank she stood..
For she was the bearer of the crown of moon..
Or just a doner of blood?
Who would ever know..
