You would not recognize me
For who I am today.
I was a Royal Bitch,
I was a Demon in human skin,
Crawling and scratching and whining
To the outside world.
Humans tried to avoid me,
My soul did the same,
But the Evil thing inside
Twisted and plunged after them all,
Trapping them in its harrowing will.
On a golden afternoon sometime late in spring,
A red rose bloomed,
Full of compassion and kindness and empathy,
Forcing the black claws of the Darkness to recede
From my quaking, battle-scarred heart.
A fresh new veil across my eyes,
Penetrating the Demon's thick hide,
Let a bright life slide into the place of the old.
It was on the fast track to becoming of the Light,
However much it was still tainted
By the Night.
A year later,
Light floods my vision and
Has purged my soul of
The Evil thing,
Keeping it tucked far away,
Deep into the darkest corners of my mind.
The Brightness warms my thoughts and
Comforts my insecurities,
Something the Dark never bothered to do.
An Angel watches over me,
Starving my fears and doubts,
Laying waste to my anger and sadness;
It allows my heart to soar in ways
It never had a chance to before.