Moonlight on the Night
Far off, on top of a hill
A girl of 16, stand, she will
This girl shall cry,
As her dear one dies,
And all shall be still.
A heart of Gold, and skin of Night,
The Chosen one runs from sight
As she hides, she will find
Her very will, been changed by mind
Not her own, but the Other's.
Her powers grow,
And she will know
The time to strike,
She'll throw the spike,
And kill him.
The land will cheer,
Yet she will fear
The people now saved,
But her mind enslaved
By the thought his son shall rise.
Okay, okay, enough creepy poems. :3 Anyways, this is Ebony, the 'One'. Just created her and her story, but now I must go write it..../starts typing/
Comments and Critique? (Ignore her long neck)
