The niad sleeps

outside her window

the faerie dwells

within her dreams

and neither may silence

her feeble unheard screams

"Not again." she whispers

As her life comes crashing down

she tries to hold het tears

as crimson stains her gown

The niad, she is crying

high in her protective tree

the faery she is gone

as she finds a way to flee

now she's all alone again

all the niad can do is watch

as kindred hands bring shame

to innocent flesh

she wants to scream

the niad

the little girl

as innocence is torn away

naivete is rewritten

in the vermillion

of horrid experience

the niad

the faery

the child

whispers "Not again"

as the crown of thorns

is pressed into her brow

and the hands of kin

ignore her protest

and leave mark

not only on her skin

but on a fragile

child's heart

A/N : A poem about child abuse/sexual abuse... I dunno, I don't like the ending, I wish there was some way the niad and faery, a metaphor for childish innocence, could have saved her, but, alas, thats not always how the world works... I'm not quite sure i like how I wrote the ending either... I started with a rhyming scheme, but it died somewhere... enjoy...

Please... abuse is wrong... whether in a family or in a relationship... it needs to be stopped... I hear too much where abuse has gone too far... it becomes and endless chain, and addiction if you will... abused children grow up to be abusive parents a lot of the time...