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The Girl with Black Blood

The Girl with Black Blood

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A gown I may wear

A crown may lie on my head,

And I may seem to care,

But all the opinions you should shed.


I can play your toy,

I can play queen

I could give you joy,

Take you places you’ve never been.


You could try to fool me,

Maybe take advantage,

Make me your abductee,

Trapped in a little cage.


A laugh that can brighten your day,

Eyes that could keep you up at night,

Your heart I could mold like clay,

And you wouldn’t even fight.


Behind the gowns and jewelry,

Beneath all the layers,

Underneath all the foolery,

Lies someone who has no cares.


I could be all laughs and smiles,

Maybe shed a tear or two,

But my humanity is far by miles,

And soon you will be too.


I move like the wind over the sea,

Silent as a wolf,

Catch anyone who tries to flee

And throw them in the gulf.


It just so happened one night,

A man challenged me for who I was,

Said he wanted to fight,

I asked to stop, said I would give the cause.


He said me to a coward,

Said I was just a pretender,

If I wasn’t afraid, I would bring myself forward,

And not hide under.


I didn’t give a reply,

But couldn’t go away,

But did try to imply,

What would happen if I did stay.


Still, the man pursued,

Wanting to see what I was worth,

That made me even more shrewd,

Though I pledged to give him a wide berth.


What can I say about the fight,

But I’ll say what I can

Although he fought with his full might,

It did not end well for the man.


You cant say I’m heartless,

I did try to send him away,

But my warnings regardless,

For ignoring me, he had to pay.


So to the person who looks me as their muse,

The blood takes time to rinse,

Because what if Cinderella went not to seduce,

But to kill the Prince?


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