~*Untitled*~

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As these words spill off my tongue
listen though I may be young
to this legacy of love and loss
for the love born off the cross

She was a child in many ways
the slayer
He would have guilt for all his days
the vampire,
She was the defender of innocents
he was her silent protector,
Their love though unholy was pure and true
the fates had done what they'd set out to do
they'd formed a love that couldn't be broken
couldn't be bought by triffle or token
The end when it comes is now clear
for then and only then can they say
The legacy stops here

~THE END~