(A Collaboration with Poet Chris Smith)
Hush
my little one
They might hear
We must be silent
Not let them find us
For they never understand
They might hear
We must be silent
Not let them find us
For they never understand
They
hate who we are
Always hunting us
We try to survive
But still they come
They always do
Always hunting us
We try to survive
But still they come
They always do
So
in the shadows
Do
we now dwell
Reduced
to hiding
From
these mortals
We
may die in thirst
I
say we must rebel
For
we are stronger
Shape
shifters
With
naught to fear
Let
us rise in freedom
Remember
little one
How they killed her
The way your mother
Was taken from us
When they found out
How can we fight back
They have too many weapons
Different ways to kill us
We can only use the night
But they can use the day
How they killed her
The way your mother
Was taken from us
When they found out
How can we fight back
They have too many weapons
Different ways to kill us
We can only use the night
But they can use the day
How
can I not recall
My
dearest father
The
way she died
The
cruelty of it all
Never
feeding on them
Ripping
her from our coven
Leaving
us in eternal misery
Of
a loss forever engraved
Yet,
I cannot shake
My
deep thirst for revenge
I
am tired my little one
Feeling my true age
For too many centuries
This was my existence
Now you must carry on
My life is slowly fading
The coldness is close
You have fed from me
So you can be strong
Goodbye my little one
Feeling my true age
For too many centuries
This was my existence
Now you must carry on
My life is slowly fading
The coldness is close
You have fed from me
So you can be strong
Goodbye my little one
My
father now gone
The
ultimate sacrifice
Of
an undying love
For
his only daughter
Lost
now am I – alone
A
curse once bestowed
By
the dark of night
Never
to return
To
the day of light
Losing
all I have loved
With
new found strength
I
now hold – I will seek
The
one who cursed us
In
this living nightmare
For
time is now immortal
Through
the silence
Of
the nights calling
I
shall fight, with might
Striking
– taking down
The
prince of the night
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© 2012 Lucy Martins and
Chris Smith
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poetry by Lucy Martins and
Chris Smith are
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10 comments:
we are stronger
Shape shifters
With naught to fear
We are. Our skins hold many forms and sometimes that too, changes.
Deliciously done
Thank you Kushal, so very true my friend =) Thank you for taking the time to read and share your thoughts~
Thank you for the Delicious comment Alex, I greatly appreciate your thoughts~
Enjoyed writing with you : )
Always a pleasure to write with you Chris, you encourage me to step outside the box and for that I am grateful =)
Such an infusion of two talented writers! Very profound and thought provoking! xoxo
Glad you enjoyed our collaboration Poppy, Chris is indeed a very talented writer =) Thank you for taking the time to read and post comment luv xoxo
Excellent collab and buildup from two very talented writers! ..Thank You Lucy for pointing me to parts 1 &2...Going to read part 2 now...
Thank you for the love bestowed Todd =)
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