I have killed my master
Drank of his blood
And now I wander the countryside alone
Unsure if how to use my gifts
Unsure of what to do
Oh how do I feed now
Selfish child that I am
I run across the moors crying
Running until I can run no more
My red hair tumbling over my face
I cry out in the night
"Oh what have I done"
A mist surrounds me
A hand touches me tenderly
"My child, a simple mistake
So many newly made make
Come with me now
Take my hand"
I take her hand
She pulls me close
Holding me tightly
Like a mother holds her infant child
Into the night sky we rise
Over villages and towns
She whispers in my ear
So softly
"To Dublin I take you
Where there are many of us
We shall show you the way
You will become part of the greater force"
Above Dublin she whispers again
"Here you will live
My child you will be
I will teach you how to feed
To use your wares
Upon the men"
We drift slowly down
In the center of Dublin
Hurrying along the cobbled streets
A grand house we come upon
"Welcome home my child
Tell me your name"
She brushes back my red tresses
Looking deeply into my emerald green eyes
I whisper" I am Aylynne Cleary, mother"


**For Karma, thank you for the name*

and another really good read!

Thanks Venus :)

Wonderful Poet. The Kindred continue. Thank you.

NICE poet.. I'm a 'sucker' fer yer great poems gurl :o)

that is such a great read.. another great one by you