STAINED GLASS

Still not in the mood to rhyme, so please forgive me. ü

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I am not His Child

I have come from the deepest fear of all

It was not my wish to destroy

But my fate I cannot forego.

My disgrace happened on a day like this

Almost an eternity ago.

Running away was my mistake

Which worsened when I made The Choice.

A foolish mortal I once was

From Immortality’s cup I drank

Now I am nothing more but an empty shell

Feeding upon others for my own gain.

Beauty was bestowed upon my kind

A mockery of sorts

Perfection it may be

Forever devoid of life.

From lifetime to lifetime I wander

Seeking the means for my obliteration

Salvation will never come

To those who had turned away.

I am nothing more than a piece of glass

Shattered, filthy, spent

Broken down by time

Stained by the hands of men.

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A/N: Arigatou! Now, i'm sorry if it seems i made this while on crack. To make it a little clearer, let me explain. This is from a vampire's point of view. For the sake of the poem, let's just say that he/she had a problem he/she was running away from, then somebody offered him/her immortal life, hence, "the choice". It is said in folklore that vampires choose very beautiful victims, as a mockery to God, since they will be alive for eternity. I hope this clears some of the misconceptions you may have had while reading. If you have anymore questions please feel free to ask me. And i wouldn't mind reviews one bit as well. ü