To Claudia... Poem by B3k Baylon

Under the light of the new moon she waits,
The child bestowed with the dark gift as her fate
Watching idly the shadows cast by the trees...
A lone figure, fitting the darkness with ease

A vision of Innocence to behold for the unaware
To the superstitious, the Imp with golden hair
A gift given to satisfy a careless selfish whim,
The promise of Eternity, now a mirage of dreams...

With the twilight comes this fledgling s waking hour
The night embracing her like a loving mother...
With a face that shone with much angelic bliss,
And sweet lips that grants the deadliest kiss...