It is cold
An atmosphere of death
Cold, reflective
He is not of the blood
It is no mere ichor as well
A reflection in one eye
Savagery exposed
Tensile strength
A fleeting humanity's guise
This is who we are
To deny that soul
To deny that vision
To deny that destiny
Is thievery and scandal
Cold, reflective
Steel wills, untamable
For isn't that the essence?
Love is...
Cold, reflective, feral, real
Beast, devil, demon...human
We are all this and more
Denied no more
Humanity, for us, is passe
Cold, musing
Monster, he...monster, me....
- Arielle