Fabienne

by Dark Mistress Amy

Years ago, a childe was borne,
Into immortal death.
He gave her life, he gave her blood,
And stole away her breath.
Her tattered remains tossed about,
And put into this world.
With bloody hands and bloody lips,
Her dark lashes unfurled.
To play the puppeteer, she was.
To pull and pluck the strings.
To guide the kine and tell the story.
Oh, what wonderous things!
She grew tall beneath the light of the moon,
And her skin became pale with it’s tears.
Her lips and her eyes, a black gift from the night,
A visage to haunt all her years.
"Fabienne, Fabienne,"
Comes a sweet voice from her past.
"Not here," growls the voice,
Behind her harlequin’s mask.