My Little Wraith

To my dearest supporters, Skat A and my awesome drama teacher who always encourages me, now I walk around with me book His breath is as cold as ice, His touch is cold and refreshing it’s nice. He died young, but he’s old, I can tell he is around cause everything goes cold. He looks like a handsome devil, He says he wants my life to feel level. When people attack me, He sees, and deals it out for me. He has black hair, It’s combed back neat and fair. He has a beautiful jaw line, When he first appeared I screamed and then saw him as a sign. He keeps me safe, Away from strafe. He speaks to me and shows himself, He’s fairly taller than me I feel like an elf. He wears a black tux with a tail coat, He told me once he owned a boat. I can tell the age he’s from, He was murdered by some. He says his monsters play with mine, I can feel them dancing in time. He’s my little Wraith he keeps me from strafe… He tucks me in at night, He tells me it will be alright. He holds me tight, I know he will stay after the night. He’s a beautiful sight, But his strength is a might. His name, Is my fame. He likes my style, He says he will stay for a while. I grew up dancing and living like him, His body is strong and slim. It’s our tradition to live back then, He said he wanted a farm and a hen. Now he’s old but he looks young, He answers my sins and we talk and have fun. I ask questions but he’s a special subject, I told him for most of my life everyone treated me like a reject. He lets me sigh and cry, But he refuses to let me die. He’s my little Wraith, he keeps me from strafe.