She's not ordinary Her blood is blue and thick It doesn't smear nor leave traces Just causes her pain and makes others sick
She's truly not a witch A descendant of lazurite What once was a nation in Atlantis Now a lonely remain
She's not royal Her blood is simply not But the way it slowly trickles Makes the show worth a lot
So she lives in a circus As disgusting oddity for some Because her blood is blue And the show of cutting is worth a ton
Gotta thank my friend for giving me an interesting theme to work on. Although I have to admit that some parts are a bit repetitive and might not sound logical.