Memories

Memories

She’s starting to remember,
A child of seven or eight.
That lonely day in December,
She was doomed to meet her fate.

She was playing by a pool,
Darkness over her head.
Her father had been a fool.
To lead her from their stead.

Her world started to rattle.
Her world started to shake.
She held fast to her saddle,
And soon began to ache.

The ship was losing power,
And her world was torn apart.
She only wanted to cower,
And swiftly made her depart.

Through the halls she ran,
Until she could run no more.
She was stopped by a man,
Of a race she’d never seeen before.

She didn’t have time to scream,
For the deed had already been done.
Upon the wall, she began to lean.
She had only wanted to run.

She’s starting to remember,
A child of seven or eight.
That lonely day in December,
She was doomed…To meet her fate.

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