Console Our Child

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 ¨She always seems to bee in great grief,

Our child,

Our savior,

We tell her to,

Gaze into the eyes of the moon,

There you will find two world's,

That are adjoined,

Which in one,

Holds the human mortality.

Where the other,

holds,

The bite of true love,

That you seek,

For it will set you free.

Child come with us we will take you there,

We console her,

Telling her that in this still darkness.

Where her thoughts becomes spirits,

Where her body becomes a void,

Her blood becomes magic,

For she see's .

The haunting of the world thoughts,

She tends to use her pen,

To describe them,

But she could not sense the spirits withing the words she wrote.

But to her surprise,

That stillness and bleak darkness,

Her memories,

Had become strength,

Her tears had become the witchcraft,

For now she picks up that same pen,

The difference it is noticed.

For the ink runs differently than before,

Where her ink does magic spells,

That can create a romantic Romania,

The romantics of the ghostly love,

That is all around her.

She notices that its almost time for her,

to choose the mortal's or us.

For she has calmed we must step a back,

For her rest is important for she is still mortal....¨


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