{"id":4494,"date":"2018-07-17T08:39:52","date_gmt":"2018-07-17T12:39:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/HatchetOnline\/?p=4494"},"modified":"2024-08-16T15:22:58","modified_gmt":"2024-08-16T19:22:58","slug":"a-daughter-found","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/a-daughter-found\/","title":{"rendered":"A Daughter Found"},"content":{"rendered":"

First published in Spring, 2009, Volume 6, Issue 1, The Hatchet: Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nTo live forever this is his curse<\/span><\/p>\n

The taste of blood his constant thirst<\/span><\/p>\n

His striking face hides iniquity<\/span><\/p>\n

His noble manners without sincerity<\/span><\/p>\n

Evil that walks in dark of night<\/span><\/p>\n

Shielding himself from morning\u2019s light<\/span><\/p>\n

Those whose blood he has drawn<\/span><\/p>\n

Retreat to tombs before the dawn<\/span><\/p>\n

Only to rise again to stalk their prey<\/span><\/p>\n

Feeding without mercy \u2018til light of day<\/span><\/p>\n

He spies a child walking alone\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Trying to find her way back home<\/span><\/p>\n

Curls of sable, cheeks of rose<\/span><\/p>\n

Tiny freckles adorn her nose<\/span><\/p>\n

Her blood is fresh it has no taint<\/span><\/p>\n

To become his treat, her mortal fate<\/span><\/p>\n

Closing his eyes he remembers well<\/span><\/p>\n

The life he had before this hell<\/span><\/p>\n

A child he held in a father\u2019s embrace<\/span><\/p>\n

Lost to him in some far away place<\/span><\/p>\n

He steps from shadows into her path<\/span><\/p>\n

A gentleman\u2019s bow, a kindly laugh<\/span><\/p>\n

She searches his face, his engaging smile<\/span><\/p>\n

Beaconing her to walk a while\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He takes her hand as if a friend<\/span><\/p>\n

Leading the way to childhood\u2019s end<\/span><\/p>\n

His minions creep from their hiding place<\/span><\/p>\n

Longing to stroke her, adore her face<\/span><\/p>\n

But the hunger calls from deep within<\/span><\/p>\n

Hidden by spurious smiles, mocking grins<\/span><\/p>\n

But she is his and his alone<\/span><\/p>\n

His chilling hiss, his look of stone<\/span><\/p>\n

A warning to his beastly clan<\/span><\/p>\n

Be gone least he raise his hand<\/span><\/p>\n

The petite mademoiselle was his find<\/span><\/p>\n

His chilling silence commands \u201cShe is mine!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He lifts her tiny feet above the ground<\/span><\/p>\n

Sympathetic to her whimpering sound<\/span><\/p>\n

A daughter he again would know<\/span><\/p>\n

One who will never age nor grow<\/span><\/p>\n

His kisses her cheek to ease her fears<\/span><\/p>\n

Then fangs draw blood mixed with tears<\/span><\/p>\n

What she was now flows within his veins<\/span><\/p>\n

And his, within in her to share his reign<\/span><\/p>\n

Her girlish laugh has lost its ring\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Falling flat as the raven sings<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes are void of innocence\u2019s shine<\/span><\/p>\n

What once was sweet now bitter brine<\/span><\/p>\n

He takes her hand in nightly stroll<\/span><\/p>\n

Father and daughter having lost their souls<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Scary poem by Aurora Lewis.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":4927,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4494","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4494","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4494"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4494\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5255,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4494\/revisions\/5255"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4494"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4494"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4494"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}