"A young half-Drow awake at night.
Sitting and waiting for slumber to take.
The bat wings moving with much might.
Withering flowers and smiles so fake.

Mismatched eyes glare though haze.
Her dark birthright hair in a cluster.
Heart is pounding, her mind in a maze.
Her face worked up in a fluster.

Her body strong and holds dear.
Her soul so fragile lightly weak.
Fluttering heart so full of fear.
The young voice comes out soft and meek.

In the night she know he'll come.
A whisper in the dark, only one to know is she.
His touch and false smile to her, he's numb.
Does he know emotion, she shall see." ~ SorrowfulWoe

Poem & Woe ©  sorrowfulwoe
Art ©  boopeep