Diamond Dust, Devil

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend they say. I know of a story that’s filled with dismay. A girl worshiped a gem in abnormal way. Many never believed how she went astray. Only one man knew of what she did pray. Now she began her destiny to begin to prey. Devil’s diamond was her private bouquet. Daring spells spoke, never served allay. Universal demons took her soul in decay. Spells drove her gem to dust, then to clay. Traces of her body did discolor and splay. Disheartened love broke, as he turned gray. Evil will always win over any precious array. Veracious greed drives away personal cliché. I know now not to worship any gem or pay. Listen to hidden words in this poetic play.