Born of cosmic dust and fire The curse on her would never expire She had been born out of rage and fear Her mother taken at the point of a warrior's spear
Given to the gypsies to raise It was the start of her dark days Passed around from man to man Each one imprinting their own brand Making her feel less than Her skin is burnt with all their marks They scream out to the spirits dark One kind gypsy branded one to let the bright rebound So even in darkness, the light could be found
She had her mother's chants She had her father's rants And the agony of her years made her something to fear
She was not afraid of pain To her that was a daily game Don't threaten her with death She'll show you how easy it is to take that last breath She begs for it just as much today as then Her want for the reaper's release is written from within
They thought the darkness would take her over It would make it easier for them to control her But that one magic symbol for the light was powerful It would not let the darkness be her downfall She learned the chants, she studied the plants She knew what all the talismans ment And how to control and use the elements
Till she was strong enough then she broke free And the gypsies in terror before her flee She stepped over the bodies of those that had done her wrong She did it singing the sweetest song That made even the bravest of them wish their life would not be prolonged
She now wanders the woods clothed from head to toe So all of the symbol branded scars don't show With people she has no use Alone she suffers no abuse She prefers the solitude She's always in a sullen mood The curse on her is still to be shown Because no good deeds has she yet sown
My first time at writing a short story. It's set in the dark ages. It has 16 parts, hope you enjoy it!