I saw a beautiful emo yesterday:

Dressed so darkly not a shade of grey;

Her hair short and black, flying apart;

But as I glanced, fair at heart.

I sat and stared, through the window glass;

Me in the library, her by the grass.

She was alone, as was I;

So blithe not a single sigh.

Parked her bike, in she glide’,

In an eye blink she stood inside.

Her back to me, inquiring so,

The librarian pointed, she went away fro.

Whatever she asked, I could not hear,

She didn’t see me, as though I were clear.

Silently read a vampire tale,

Her gaze so calm, hands so pale.

Earrings of the cross, shining bright;

And smile so faint, as divine light.

Soon a woman found her there,

Hugged her from behind and kissed her hair.

Away they went, mother and child;

She was obedient, meek and mild.

For minutes I could not resume my reading,

Thought that I must have been dreaming…

For I was shocked, that she was alive!

Not an angel, but an ordinary life.