When the veil disappears...

Daughter of Doom

Every time I mourn for you
my pretty, little girl.
White as a lilly
Virginal and pure
It was bound to fall in love
and your soulmate to be poor.

But the love you shared
was not enough to melt
your father's ice- cold heart.
He sentenced you in misery
by marrying you off
to an old but wealthy man.

My tears still burn my cheeks
as they stream down my eyes
The man you were given to
was a monster in disguise.
Brutal, cruel, abusive with a kink.
He took you in his hands to ruin you
my little kid.

He imprisoned you
he tortured you
in many gory ways
But the creepiest fact of all
was that he stole the blood
from your veins

Even though the use of it
remained unknown to these days
The most blood - curling of all
is that you met your tragic fate.
Your eyes lost sight
yet your soul didn't go
towards the light.
And thus you wander in the night
looking for tender necks to bite.

Now people fear you to the core
They trynna keep you away
through prayers and locks
on every door.
They forgot your real name too.
For them you are just a menace
called Dearg - Due*

* Little blood - sucker in Irish.