The child (poem)

Det er det sammen med mine andre digte jeg vil gerne have konstruktiv kritisk and dont be too soft please
Men dette digt er et digt, som jeg har lavet til min karakter Hurtigt resume, så i ikke skal læse min profil igennem
Hun er en santuine (derfor er hun forkastet, da folk ser ned på denne race)
Hun er meget ung ca 12 år gammel og ultra meget barnlig.
Hun har ikke haft nogen forældre og har altid levet på gaden.,
Hendes tvillingsøster som er en hvid los er meget overbeskyttende og meget voksen agtig.
Hun er en souller altså e-rang version af santuine derfor kan hun kombineres sammen med hendes søster
Jeg ved ikke om digtet giver bedre mening, hvis man læser den i profilteksten, da den er delt op og hænger sammen med beskrivelsen

Children are the light of life.
They are the divine angels
on their crusade of innocents
toddling through our world
who is sick by bungled lunatic.
she was still innocent as a little child

The darkness of the world's insanity
is trying to smash through the child's pureness.
Destroying the dreams of hope.
Now they are like shattered dreams
she was still innocent as a little child

The darkness around the little girl
is focing her to grow up.
To loose her childlike eyes on the world.
Loosing her innocents, it is like
an angel's lost of it's wings.
she was still innocent as a little child

Even when she was cast out
kicked out like a bad dog.
She kept on moving, kept on smiling
and doing all the childlike things.
she was still innocent as a little child

Luckily she never died by the cruel things 'cause.
one part of her, who grew up.
Grown up by the worlds insanity, trying to keep living.
But still she had her inner child, who would never let go.
Who never want to be grown up
she was still innocent as a little child

But then the unthinkable happend.
Normally all would either be a child or grow up
But she found the perfect balance.
To keep the innocents eyes on the world,
but still have the common sense
she was still innocent as a little child