---Daughter to Mother---

Mummy dear, I hate to say,
That I have met him too;
Or shall I correct you: her,
For twas _me_ cloaked in blue.

I know that you shall hate me,
For all my evil deeds,
But I couldnt kill you last time,
I couldn't watch you bleed.

Thank you for trying to save me,
From this evil path,
But I am not a toddler,
Why dont you do the math?

I chose this path myself,
And it does not hurt to say,
That I have all the reasons,
So this small game Ill play.

Move piece by piece,
Dance near my dark blue figure,
For as you dance right near me,
Your life will be a blur.

Your good, Light, ways will leave,
Or I will make you scream,
Your Light will never conquer me,
I shall dodge your every beam.

My soul was born pitch black,
So I feed off all the Light;
My knife is dark and brutal,
Coming through in every fight.

As to why Im melted,
I shall never tell,
But I shall give a hint,
Twas a warlock spell.

Was it Daddys,
Was it yours?
Or was it my own doing,
To curse me forever more?

You will never ever know,
Why I chose this way;
And you never really cared,
So go on, momma, play!

Kill an oyster, grab a pearl,
That will be your piece;
Roll the die and count the dots,
And soon your life will cease.

This time I shall not waste my breath,
I will _cut_ right to the point,
Or carve you up - you tell me,
Should I pop your joints?

You never really loved me,
When I preferred the Dark,
You told me that Dark was wrong,
But you didnt create a spark.

You thought that you had cured me,
Of my evil ways,
But now I preach to you, my dear,
The Light will never pay.

Dont think that I am crazy,
Or even slightly mad,
For as you tell me that I am,
My armor will be clad.

---END---

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Khepary, in the year 109 MA.