shadows move beyond the human range of sight, but I can see them. and I welcome them.
deep in the mist of the darkened corners I feel the kindred I wish to know, but dare not approach.
like a lost whelp, the cub of a wolf I wander through the abyss of blackness which is My day, searching, longing, and waiting for someone, or something to understand My longing, someone to sire Me, to help Me endure that which is to come.
I wish to prove Myself in whatever way is neccessary, to show that My deeds are worthy of some house or coven.
pull Me deeper into the abyss of darkness, shelter Me from the lighter colors. I wish to be surrounded in blackness, to remove all light, and to live in the dark eternally. this is who I am, this is My life, and all that I am worth.
until then, I will wander in the shadows, waiting, and hoping that someone deeper in the shadows will notice Me. and see the worth of My soul.
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