-The Faerie Half-

I saw the halfblood running through the foggéd morn.
She's been running since the day I'd been born.
She doesn't stop, not even to take in a breath,
afraid that stillness will bring about death.

Her world is a forest under a perpetual cloud.
Through the redwoods she hurls completely unbound.
But, it's undivided fear that drives this halfling.
The animation behind her eyes show it's frightening.
("Quick! Away from the humans, away from the fighting!")

None from either side of the spectrum come to her aid.
(They pretend to be spiteful, but they're actually afraid.)

I know the halfblood will never show again.
She runs away, always away...forever away.
Away she'll always be, and away she will stay.
But they still ask, "How can you be sure she
still runs through the foggéd morns?"
I reply softly, "Because she's been running
since the day I was born."