Satine

You’ll see a spiral curl upon the brow And on her cheeks a trailing rose Beneath the trellis of a smile Are seeds where sprouts of darkness fell ~ Her honey, wild, and pure with gold Until the taste was tainted cold In lonely rooms, pink roses slept Where bedside shadows used and spent ~ The tears she wept so long ago Now shuttered tight, where secrets hide Against the dark, against the tide Of shame which learned to shut an eye ~ How did it come to be this way? Who stalked her, broke her, made her pay? A broken childhood, piece by piece No mercy for what might have been ~ A child, a lily in the bud Her fear is gone, but not forgot Redemption, now it matters not Where true love dwells, is never sought ~ A tear upon the lash won’t fall The garland once upon her dress Is now tattooed upon her breast She steals the breath, if once eyes rest ~ Satine, seductress of wanton depths ~ _________________________________________________________________