© Abby Ryan
Way back in the golden ages you were my sister.
The little, fun girl who clung to me in danger,
Even when I knew
No better than you
How to fight the enemies that sought us for stew.
Sheva, that was what everyone called you,
My sister, the young princess of Èmècá
Now, Iniquity,
You are the beauty of darkness
Your skin glows like a ghost in the night
Your teeth simmer in the light
As your malicious smiles curls your lips tight
Whatever happened to the little girl I use to know
Ahh, I believe I know
And you know I know
She died like the rest of us so few years ago.
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