Qristalynn Queen [featured 3/9/09]
Unabashedly he looks at her,
He knows her truth, yet doesn’t utter.
She hides in glass and forms a shell,
He sees her heart, but can’t define it.
Ashamedly she ponders his eyes,
Such beauty in their witnessings.
He barely notices her stare,
Until it bores right through him.
He takes a peek, and sees a skull,
Hovering where her head should lie.
Is it a vision, or is it the truth,
He doesn’t know and can’t divine it.
Wheeled upon a golden carriage,
She is encased in glass but thrice.
He sees the faults within the shields,
He can but doesn’t free her life.
A harmonious tune of sanctity,
Deliciously coated with her poison.
Does it sting when you bite it,
Yes, but he can’t decline it.
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