Glass Dolls

Pretty,porcelain dolls in glittery,fancy clothes, on the shelves,put so high,for you to pay to look at. Step out of the golden chains,tied to their hearts and souls, to dance and sing to the tunes,they so made. Touch your heart so gently,making you fancy them with their starry charm. Enchanting dolls ,made and groomed from humble beings, with perfectly fixed features. Stirring up the emotions,never so felt for someone living miles and reach away. Lovely smiles and laughs,every tear shed, things being held and wore, is a midas touch for their liege. Silence after the roaring chants,gloom after the bright lights & cheers, seeps into these dolls , and buried dreams dreams and hopes surface ,scarring the wounds little more deeper. And the devil enjoys the burning hell in their souls,as its the deal they made . As prime flies,shine fades and glass cracks a little. Facades slowly crashing down ,and broken pieces pierce through ,bleeding the bystanders/admirers. And its time for the master,to order new dolls for his shelves to adorn them beautifully. Looking out the window of his dreamland castle, with wide crooked grin on his face,as the fresh arrival of new dolls come.... .