By Kali Gargoyle
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
Plans take on their own dimension.
Love long lost, and pain and tears,
Hurt and anger, growing fears.
A new alliance to last for years.
Misunderstanding leads to betrayal, again.
Not him of her, but her of him.
She loses what she needs to gain.
Her trust, again, begins to dim.
Through the centuries, she will go.
Growing hard, and dark, and cold.
Battling each and every foe.
The Hunters, now becoming bold,
Try again to take her life,
But apparently, they were not told,
That in her time of pain and strife
She could not die, they could not win.
She’d stop their breath with a simple knife.
They will pay for the death of her kin.
Shatter the vial, break the glass.
They will die, and pay for their sins.