• She sits alone,
    Missing her homeland,
    And shedding silent tears.
    The moon shines
    On her ghostly pale arms
    Sitting on the windowsill.
    The mirror across the room
    Shows the contents
    Of the quiet attic;
    All its occupants
    But one.
    She looks out
    Into the night.
    She longs to go,
    But must stay
    Lest her hunger
    Become stronger
    Than willpower alone.
    She remembers Romania
    And her betrothed,
    Forced into union.
    She'd barely known him,
    Yet they would've been
    Together for an eternity.
    She had run,
    And didn't stop
    Until she could run no more.
    She doesn't regret her choice,
    But feels
    More alone than ever.
    At least,
    Until she looks up.
    There,
    Sitting on the curb,
    Is a morbid teen
    With black hair
    That falls across
    His dark grey eyes.
    He is tall, thin, and pale,
    Just like her,
    And yet not like her.
    He glances up at the window
    And sees
    Two pale green eyes
    Staring wistfully down at him.
    He looks deeper
    And sees her;
    Pale as death,
    With long black hair
    And a lonely smile.
    He smiles
    And waves to her.
    She waves back
    And the trace of a tear
    Falls from her eye.
    He stands
    And walks away
    With one final glance
    At her window,
    But she has gone.
    She sleeps peacefully
    And realizes
    That she
    Would gladly spend
    The next eternity alone,
    Just waiting to see him again.