- An innocent looking little girl she was.
She comes through the shadows,
Drenched in blood.
One eye a beautiful green,
To show what she used to be.
The other fully black,
To show what she's become.
"Don't go near her," they say.
"She's a murderer," the whisper in loud voices.
- Hair white as snow,
Skin as cold as cold as it.
She walks alone,
She doesn't need anybody.
A black upside down cross embedded in the hollow of her neck.
She is called evil.
"Don't go near her," others are told.
"She would kill you with a smile," they tell them.
- Her tears are all dried out,
Her heart, broken.
Hated and feared,
She finds a red headed boy.
Xerxes she calls him.
He is her "brother" from now on.
"Don't go near her," they didn't tell him.
"She surely is going to kill him," they tell each other with counterfeit sorrow.
- He walks beside her now.
She's his family now.
He adores her as a little brother would.
She protects him like she should.
"Don't go near her," they say as she grows.
"She kills everyone she meets," they say to others.
- Although a little girl she used to be,
Never naïve to the world's cruelty.
She lives only to find him,
Her twin that was snatched away.
She longs to hug him like older times,
He will surely remember her.
- "Don't go near her," they say.
"She's a murderer."