Medea Sophia Ciobotaru - winner
I can ' t remember the day I was born . Nor have I ever felt a father ' s embrace ,
A wounded heart forever torn , The start of his hatred I failed to trace .
In the cloak of night , I gaze above , All vulnerable I let him deceive me .
Years dedicated to the illusion of love , He was more than I ever thought he could be .
Should I be blamed for releasing my rage ? By him I am forever undone ,
His absence was the end of an age , Yet a new era had begun .
People had weaved their tapestry of me , A monster , a murderer , a beast .
It showed crazed eyes and a soulless heart . Who said that was the truth about me ?
Many believe immortality is a gift , A millennium to love and an eternity to mourn , All the lives I ' ve lived , yet my soul remains adrift .
A gift you say ?
I can ' t remember the day I was born .