Elizabelle the series

 
inside me I fade into that place where I no longer hear my own soul
and I weep tears of madness because I don't recognize the internal voice speaking
when I talk aloud she sounds like me but it's not me

I am locked away under a vow of silence
i've been quiet so long even when called to speak
I wonder will I find the words to liberate

my feelings borrowed are false on her tongue
she reduces my thoughts to ash
I am not beholden to her but to him

we have conceived a star child
made up of lust and war
her name is Elizabelle

as the mother of darkling it is a challenge
keeping her chaste of value is a difficulty
she desires more information
plugging into my memory banks
experiencing my life secondhand
they become her memories

I allow her these lessons
she will one day be born a soul as human
carrying with her as instinct what to avoid
I will always be plugged into her...guiding her steps

Elizabelle is inside my garden of hope
where she dons a gown of immortal threads
gazing into the pools of tomorrow
gaining in honesty. freeing me with her song