I think I thought I saw you try

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

Melita hadn’t thought about being barred inquiring entry by the gryphon, but sure enough, the companion settled upon her foot – a clear warning, a clear indication, that only made the girl nod and raise her bow. She was ready as Jigano tiptoed closer to the house; unmoving, still, silent, like days in caves, stretched out oblivion as they heard monsters curling and clawing outside their stone doors; hushed breaths and nothing more, hoping their scents didn’t carry, that the demon wasn’t terribly hungry, that the world was not as cruel as it seemed. But it always was. She waited, biding her time, practicing composure and composition, remembering precision as the fox leapt into the house – the heavy, overwhelming edge of quietness driving at her senses. Fangorn was on edge too, but didn’t utter a growl or a hiss; knowing well enough about survival, about how to remain alive when the rest of the realm wanted you dead. No more than a few seconds lapsed before there was a yelp and the honeybee child was no longer just a youth: a monster herself, huntress in the woods, armed and fervent, ardent for the chase – Jigano leaping back from whence he’d come, and she had only a passing moment, a haunting thread, to gather at the sight of the wolf. Skinny. Emaciated. Maddened. It didn’t bother her – it should’ve, but it didn’t – too numbed from all her other experiences, too hasty, too ferocious, too unrelenting. She grounded herself, placed her weight in her heels, in the soil, in the earth, narrowing her sight to its head, pointing and lining the arrow up with its movements and motions. Without a second though, the string pulled taut and rigid, before she let it fly, let it descend, let it cut through the wind – brutal, barbaric, every inch a forgotten innocence, drenched and scraped up from the abyss all over again. M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe