A Skeen of Gems

Once upon her time she filled their spines with precious gems. and they walked straighter. Pearly faced with leopard mind. A dreamy lace for hopeful men. Stiletto tapped star(amplified), they romped around the loins of time. Played boomerang with happiness 'til the rocket fuel went dry. Death chose to be her sable beau. She left us wasted on plates of lye and crow. We, the necklace of dying gems (the fingerprint of hopeless men).