LivM930
Both gifted and cursed,
A girl who was the first.
They call her a serpent, born of pain,
Death and power fill her veins.
She flees the path they carved in fear,
Escaping hands that chain her here.
She dares to dream of something true,
A meadow where she can start anew.
She runs to live-not just survive.
An angry storm begins to rise.
As snow begins to fall,
A calico appears in her path, unafraid at all.
It does not flinch, it does not part,
But sees the serpent beneath the dark.
The calico guides her a way through the night,
The fragile girl follows the light.
Then sudden steps are heard, a breath, a calm
A man appears with open arms.
A serpent, coiled in fear and hate,
Meets searching eyes that changes fate.
He comes closer, not afraid of the hissing snares.
He's not afraid of the venom she bears.
Instead, he looks within to find who she's been,
The girl beneath the scaled skin.