Red.
It all began with red.
My dear child, my elf child,
came from the red.
She saw it reflected, grabbed for it, mimicked it.
It has become me,
the emblem of my shame.
Pearl is my deliverer,
the one that connects me to reality.
Yet she is not real.
She cannot be.
She is other worldly,
my elf child,
my sprite.
You came from the red, so you shall be in red.
The world will see you as I see you-
the little flame of my heart, my soul.
They would take you from me.
Let them see that you are mine.
I will not let them take you.
It all began with red.
My dear child, my elf child,
came from the red.
She saw it reflected, grabbed for it, mimicked it.
It has become me,
the emblem of my shame.
Pearl is my deliverer,
the one that connects me to reality.
Yet she is not real.
She cannot be.
She is other worldly,
my elf child,
my sprite.
You came from the red, so you shall be in red.
The world will see you as I see you-
the little flame of my heart, my soul.
They would take you from me.
Let them see that you are mine.
I will not let them take you.