I made this drawing and eventually, because I was so inspired, I decided to write a poem about this girl. She is so mysterious and soft spoken.
Once there was a young lady
Who once lived among the hill
A wicked woman kept her will
And casted a spell one cold night shrill
"Live but never live", she said to her.
"Cold but never shiver", she added further.
"Glow without the sun" she whispered.
"Remember who you are", she finally said.
Days became years, the girl never age.
Although she never asked why deserve such misery.
An intelligent woman can simply find the answers.
On a dreamy summer night, she tests her luck.
Alas, a door ajar for her wondering soul.
She went outside and left.
Her mother's voice ringing in her mind.
Yet, she continues down a cobblestone path.
She comes along a young traveller.
"Excuse me, sire. Do you happen to know where I am?"
"Greetings, dear. Did you lost yourself?", he asked.
"I was hidden so I never figured out this place."
The wicked woman listens to the whisper of the wind.
She cannot be mistaken of the gentle voice she hears.
Thrice, she has been offended by her miss wanderer.
Patience, she tells herself.
Out for the village, she crosses the mire.
The town, just what she has expected,
Foreshadows the evil that she kept for so long.
There in the middle, stands her lovely daughter.
Little Elise knows now.
Live but never live--Immortality.
Cold but never shiver-- Empty body.
Hear but never listen-- Heartless.
But the last reminder shocks her to the ground.
The truth she seeks is a reality best kept unknown.
She did not expect.
How can be a sweet, loving child be.
The wicked woman became a mother,
The moment she kept her alive.
By giving her new life. By sharing her venom.
How can be a sweet, loving child be.
A vampire, that's what poor Elise is.
She will remember who she is, though.
That's what her mother said.
A sweet loving daughter .
