She walks in the shadows
Pure of heart.
Of the demons
But the angels watch.

She belongs to both words
Yet, is in between.
Not quite there.
Not quite seen.

And if you ask what’s her name.
No one knows to this day.
She is a spirit that runs free.
She is a ghost, unseen.

There are whispers
That no one hears.
There are voices
Everyone fears.

She is not real
She shouldn’t be.
Not quite human.
Not quite beast.

Of the demons
But the angels watch.
But one day
She will get caught.