• Hatred fuels a tainted soul,
    The angel once said to the child.
    A soul filled with hatred has no warmth,
    The child smiled and shook its head.

    Why do you say this to me?
    Am I a soul filled with hatred?
    Soon to be dead?

    That you are not little one,
    The angel said in dying breath.
    You will save the world from hatred.

    The angel shuddered drawing her last,
    Offering her hand to the child.
    It saw a rose.

    Take it little one it shall serve you well,
    With these words the angel drew her last breath.
    Once she was gone, the child then rose.
    Why me?

    Did the angel know?
    I am not a human but a demon that lies asleep in the snow.