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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