Her Name Was Amelie

Set in a seventeenth-century scene. Myrnin meets a girl and they become friends.

Her Name Was Amelie

I met a little girl one day

Whose heart was cast in stone.

Her hair was made of silken threads,

She was not ten, but grown.

 

A chill arose in her eyes bright,

Too light and smart for she.

But swept away was I in her,

Her name was Amelie.

 

A child who wore ribbons and bows--

Dresses and skirts as well--

Possessed eyes the color of merciless ice,

And a father sent straight from Hell.

 

But when a smile would arise,

Her face would change for me.

A child she would transform into,

That smile, I loved to see.

 

We became friends--the girl and I.

I loved to watch her shine.

I became a jester of hers,

And somehow she became mine.

Author's Note

Based off the Morganville Vampires series by Rachel Caine.

Reviews

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Beautiful, Words worked wonders...

I do not know who this girl is to you, but I definitely have someone who I can relate to with this poem. Thanks for sharing.