Scylla Fawst

Scylla[Sil-Uh]

A little girl, her origins were lost,

She only knew the tiny island where she was confined, and that she is indeed Scylla Fawst,

A seven year old girl with pale blue skin,

Where she was confined she thought there was no such kin.

Wavy, thick, long bleach blonde hair, of her species, no doubt that she was purebred,

There was a thick red line on the top of the hair on her head,

Sapphire blue mixed with sunny yellow in her eyes,

Were nothing but something for her kidnappers to advertise.

Only at four months, she was bound to this place she lived for most of her life,

This stone palace filled her soul with strife,

She was nothing but a showcase, their complete fool,

She was nothing but a stolen trophy, she had seen her fate as cruel.

But in her prison she met someone like her, someone like her,

An older girl, Bo, with beautiful eyes of amber,

She wasn't so different from scylla you see,

Only her skin was darker and had a small obsession with tea.

Their beauty set on display, much to their dismay,

This went on every other day, along with abuse at bay,

But Bo proceeded to tell Scylla a tale,

A tale of the outside world she began to unveil.

A world so foreign but yet so familiar,

A world so much better, yet so peculiar,

A world filled with flora and fauna of many different species,

A world filled with clusters of ancient fantasy alongside advanced technologies.

"A world filled with people like me, people like you" Bo had cooed,

This was information Scylla had valued,

Bo gave her a book, a book which was the reason they were kidnapped, there was no doubt,

A book that explained in great detail what their people were about,

The trophies the captors apparently could not live without.

Women of water, it's why their skin was blue,

Bleach blonde and red hair, and from then on they knew,

These people were their people, they could even control water,

Bo knew how to do this, but would get in trouble if people caught her.

Soon Bo decided she would be with her people,

The species made entirely of strange females, for she was their equal,

One night Bo gave Scylla a final kiss on the head,

She was never seen again, for she had finally fled.