Begat from the loins of the damned
wrathful Sire from a nebulous and sinful grave.
Daughter of a virgin womb,
ravaged upon the funeral pyre.
Progeny of neither man nor beast.
Child of extraordinary power ,
Lithe an athlete and fighter
On the cruel streets of London town.
Dragged up and rejected ,no mercy found
A vagabond .
Culminating in a Woman of unfathomable beauty,
masking the lost innocence within.
Untouched by love or carnal knowledge.
Warrior, of self preservation , safe behind the barricades
built to her chagrin.
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Dear Lou,
The raw truth is:
This is one of your best pieces you have written in a long time. I was blown away by it!!!
Truly hard to pick favorite lines by here you go:
Child of extraordinary power ,
Lithe an athlete and fighter
On the cruel streets of London town.
Dragged up and rejected ,no mercy found
A vagabond .
I LOVE IT ALL!
love, Cat
Cat
Thank you so much, really happy to know that you rate it so high.
Love Lou