LUCY

In the time of the Tenth Sign,
a child began her story,
with eyes redder than wine,
her skin was a milky white,
and hair as dark as night

Born just three days till
the beginning of a new year,
the child open her eyes,
and saw her older sister,
who was small and dear

Nine years later that eventful night,
no longer a nameless child,
but instead,
was one who never smiled

*the poem will make sense after you read the story.

Lucy©MADHATTER (me)
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