SEE THE DARKNESS | MORE DARKNESS | THE BEGINNING | DARK REQUEST | DONATE HERE | LIBRARY OF DARKNESS | MEMBER AREA awards Links Alliances Poetry Top poetry Author Stories [Rank] [Vamp Favorites] Top | Home <      *   ~   1   2   A   B   C   D   E   F   G   H   I   J   K   L   M   N   O   P   Q   R   s   T   U   V   W   Y   Z  > An Old Prophesy Visitor Rating :      8.67 with 3 Votes   Feeling the warm breeze Eye’s closed, Hearing the wind So clear, soft, warm Standing upon the hill My home behind me in ruins Watching the sun go down Tears of red flowing Dressed warriors clothing, Paying last respects Praying my sister is alive, Holding her locket Performing one last ritual Allowing the spirits Hetu ira Jestinia Now tracking the hunters Knowing now, my sisters alive Yet knowing her torment Feeling her, hearing her screams Two day’s, Two night’s Seeking revenge upon them Never caring, tearing them to shreds Tasting flesh, hearing their screams Holding my sister So much older than me Yet, much more of a child So much younger Yet much stronger Some say, wiser Opposites but so much love Now, along with others, orphans By way of council, A new head Yet who? Much grief among them… Many have come, rebuilding a life The youngest helps them, yet she herself… Much grief…too much… She’s helped them through Now alone, she sits…. Memories, so many… What they’d done Her sister…Her parents…Her family… Younger she is… Yet family is to her…. Like blood to a vampyre… Both a necessity… Those who harm must pay All must pay... Yet the innocent must live She’s the new council leader Anillia Naneshka Hestrinia Cutiara – LeLe Mornella   by Jenoca