Ethereal Beginnings



I am,

A Crescent Sister’s sacrifice,

A grimoire’s spell,

A child, who should not be,

A vampire,

Blessed with elemental affinities,

But left damaged,

By the apparition of family.


I am,

A lost boy,

Meant to be broken,

A cold hand,

No longer worthy,

But almond eyes frame love,

Promising,

To fix what’s left of me.


 

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