Finally old enough
I spread my wings and leave
Walking, running, laughing
The world still beautiful
A gunshot echoes
The facade broken
A boy in a mask sprints
“Come on run!”
He shouts grabbing my arm
Adrenaline pumping I run
Excited
A new feeling I’m excited
So is he through
His smile shows in his eyes
We run until we get to an apartment
He leads me in a door
Panting he sits
“Vagabond, call me the Vagabond”
His voice small echoes through the room
I nod knowing that isn’t his name
“Dante”
I flinch
We’ve exchanged names now
Suit says I’m not supposed to do that
I’m supposed to say ‘Katherine’
“Inferi, I’ll call you Inferi”
His voice is crisp and sounds unused
I just nod in agreement
Now he is My Vagabond
And I’m still the little Inferi tagging behind
Still the small children we were in the beginning

She is but a child
That's when she knows
She is not wanted
However she trudges on
She hears the whispers
The rude remarks
She sees the looks
However she continues
She tastes salt in the air
That's it she's done
She leans off the ledge
However it won't be the last time
She wakes in a hospital
There are more whispers
She's tired so tired
However she stays awake
She is but a child

Words
They are my mighty sword
They are my shield
To protect me
They can't do it completely
Some of your words with hit me
But I stay standing
I can fight you back
As long as I know what to say
No stutters
No fear
I can hold my own against demons
The ones you've sent after me
You set them on my trail
But I cut them off
Here I stand
Smiling
Are you afraid
Afraid of the words that I hold
Afraid I'll send demons after you
I won't because I can't
I cannot send demons
I know what it is like to run from them
To be scared
To fear
Just smile for me
I will be on my way
No demons on my tail
None to chase me
None to follow
Just myself on my way back home

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
the frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the maxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
As in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"Has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.