The King calls not her name, she is left untamed
With lost quarrels , years before shed
At length stubborn sad, now she is not Theo but a member of the undead
Runes kiss, holding twilight's wisp his heart lead
And the song of Lara ,her laughter now gone, in church bells not rung
Spoken only in riddles games they deadly sung
And so her ring he did wear till death took despair
With sounds heard in villagers far.
Each could hear the howling, whispers sighs, her distant cries
And along the dark moonlight night , don't stop, alone never be bold
Whilst all stories so true , told
By fairystar50
