Sleep would not come for the girl whose hands were stained with blood.

Sleep would not come for the girl whose eyes had seen the horrors of humanity,

Nor would it come for the girl whose hardened heart would crumble for nothing.

But it would come for the boy, the dreamer, who had a light lit alight in his eyes.

It would come for the dreamer who had travelled the world six times,

Who had an unbreakable, vibrant spirit.

But alas the terrible truth is that:

The girl whose hands were stained with blood, whose eyes had seen the horrors of humanity, whose hardened heart would crumble for nothing,

Had childhood snatched brutally away in the midst of a crimson war.

And the boy, the dreamer, who had a light lit alight in his eyes, who had travelled the world six times, who had an unbreakable, vibrant spirit,

Had only dreamed of travelling the world six times, for a thin gossamer film lay delicately over his eyes.

The girl who wishes to sleep and dream is condemned to always be awake,

The boy who wishes to be awake is condemned to always sleep and dream.

Disclaimer: This is a work of poetry. All resemblance to actual people, places, things, or incidents is purely coincidental.