
Pale eyes, blonde hair
Pearlesant skin that glows beneath the moon,
A girl desperately clinging to light
for her Father to be proud of her birth.
But the more she clings,
the more her desperation fights,
she finds herself abandoned,
free for the shadows to grope
and strangle in suffocating grief.
Dark eyes, dark hair
Dulling skin that ashens in the darkness,
A woman left to suffer on her own
to contend with demons unleashed.
But these monsters,
these creatures that snarl,
she finds herself stranded,
were not of her choice released
and is eaten whole, alive.
White eyes, whitening hair
White skin that fades into the night,
A soul left to die upon the earth;
or become one of the demons caged.
Perhaps it is true
Darkness will forever consume
Wailing Women for
A child born of Death
can never leave his cradle.
About the Creator
Krystyna Kwiatkowska
Krystyna Kwiatkowska is an American writer currently studying English and Polish literature in the Midwest. She creates within a variety of mediums, her stories weaving in-and-out of genres from the fairytale to the gothic.


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