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Bound
Hair black as night
Eyes red as dawn
Contrary to her sisters
Blonde and innocent by day
This is a girl
Who has all her life
Been locked away,
And so she will remain,
Until her death-day.
One
Blue runes
That sparkle and gleam
Around the room,
Forever trapping me.
I run and run and run
Trying to get away
A light in the distance
A scream, disturbing my dreams
Crushing my hope
Shattering all prospects of escape
Herding me back,
Back to the circle of runes,
Slowly killing me.
Two
I'd not always been fated to this doom, this Hell
Another pawn to this curse
Binding me to war and death.
Except, I'd been but eight and stupid
Gullible, eager to impress
Nine years later, I'm stuck
Stuck in a cell with nothing to do
But pine over my mistakes.
Three
Ebony locks
Flowing down to my waist
Face wet with tears
Proving it possible to cry a river.
You'd pity me, that little girl
Until you saw
The bright eyes of red
And run,
To avoid becoming walking dead.
Four
Strange lights take up the most space
Hurting my eyes, causing fuzzy shapes
To take the place of reality
I close my eyes, hoping to find peace
But my eyelids flash orange inside
My pupils dilate black
I think I see new shapes
Deliberately moving towards me,
But I'm not sure.
Yet then it happens -
I see.
I know.
Five
"Grandma?"
No, it can't be
If feels wrong,
Off somehow.
Her aura, tainted?
This is the reason
Why the outside is forbidden to me
Because I can see things
People squirrel away
Secrets no one should see.
Six
One, two
If I can hop to ten
She will love me.
I'm tolerated
- I do have friends -
But I'm kept at a distance.
They do show through
Faces drawn glow with the tale
The knowledge that I
- Elizabeth Anna Ismeree -
That I'm something
Something to be guarded against,
Something different.
I fall.
Seven
I started disobeying Mum at two
Showing wisdom far beyond my age
Displaying shows of witchcraft
At an alarming stage.
It began with a phone number, a fortune
A little "How do you do?"
But greed pushed me forward -
Not mine, but theirs.
Always theirs.
Those petty human things.
Eight
A man in white
A woman in red
And a young boy covered all in black
Governed me daily
- as a world leader would do -
Do this, do that
And at night slyly passed me bills of two.
In return, all I was bade do
Was give them service
When they found themselves with need great.
Nine
Then, another man came
His hand of solitaire
He played me like a card
Thinking it another game
A love of that red woman
- oh, what's her name? -
I sang my tune
An obedient bird -
Although, in truth,
My price was, by far, less
Information whistled away
For only a pence.
And so I was whisked off to my cage.
Ten
Alas, the next thing I knew
I was ferried away again
To my poor little prison
Across the sea.
All this happened to me
Because I saw colors
And a number of things
I wasn't made -bred- to see.
Eleven
That first time
A little old lady
- Her gray hair streaked with gold -
All dipped in green paid me a visit.
"Oh, girl, that shouldn't be,"
She threw me a wink, but, soon,
Her demeanor would change.
Ever so quickly.
Twelve
Gnarled hands knotting my locks
Ripping away strands
Painfully
Looking me in the eye
With a force beyond recognition
One I hadn't wished
To fall prey to.
Thirteen
A sharp pain jolts me back
Back to me
Liz, age seventeen
But the little miss is gone
No, being dragged down
And I'm pulled away
Away, away, away
By a mysterious young man.
Fourteen
Outside, the air is sweet
The first breaths of it I've had in years
Smelling of flowers and, I'd guess, honey
Or maybe that's my own mind's eye
For rain is pouring down.
I turn to look
At that boy, my savior.
Fifteen
Upon inspection
He is indeed a man
His face pale
Sweating from the run
But he has no color
No color that I can see
And there's no reason for me to be in this place
There's nothing binding,
Binding me.
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