Midnight Child
On a Saturday,
during a cold December
rain...
--I am born--
A midnight child.
The one,
to whom
the voices have taught compassion...
The one,
to whom
the darkness has taught solace...
I am the one,
to whom the shadows whisper...
I am the one,
the demons fear...
For I have been chosen to walk the path
of tortured, lost, and battered souls...
I am their guide,
I will lead them home...
The voices have taught me to feel compassion...
They have taught me to give solace,
to those caged in darkness...
Everyday,
I walk the path,
that few mortals have traveled before me...
The trail of battered, lost, and tortured souls...
I am their guide,
I will lead them home...
For I am the one,
to whom the shadows whisper...
I am,
the
Midnight Child...
-- Jessika
December 28, 1996
Reason for writing:
Ever since I was a child, the shadows have spoken to me. They speak of so many things. They have taught me to help those embraced by darkness, see the light... Not all darkness is evil... I have looked at evil... the night I stared into Satan's eyes...
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