'Am I what you wanted, Mother?
A shining daughter of the meadow’s delight?
I fear not, for I am a mass of scars,
A tiny boneyard rattling the wretched night.
I am sorry to disappoint, fair one
I am not what you had hoped.
No sweet songs of childish innocence
Escape this strangled throat.
I was never pretty enough
Or witty or clever or shy
For I spoke my mind and had my way
Through our many battles, you and I.
Until one day, you’d had enough
My life you took from me
Your delicate fingers wrapped around my throat
And shook my final breath free.
I will haunt you til the end
Your disappointment finally complete
When the Grave swallows your heart
And vomits it at my feet.
For I am always your daughter
A dark thorn in your ivory side
I will haunt you til the End
Even in Hell, you cannot .
I am the Daughter of Disappointment
I am the Spawn of Evil Night
In my revenge, finally like you, Mother
A mirror image, glowing bright'.
Words: The Blyssful Witch, Copyright ©2000-2013
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