Friday, 24 May 2013

Princess of the Gilded Castle


Princess of the Gilded Castle

She opened her little box
Of trinkets red, blue and green
She prodded them adoringly once
As if to make sure they weren't excerpts of a daydream
Then her eyes danced mischievously
Her little girl eyes
Her pretty girl eyes
She opened her box for pleasure
At the sight of her long coveted treasures

She opened her little box
Which wasn't so little anymore.
Across the bright hued gems matching her
Wedding ring, she ran her finger that was sore.
Then the dregs of laughter shone in her eyes
Her tired girl eyes
Her pretty girl eyes
She opened her box to distract herself
By plunging into a game that had kept her happy.

She opened her little box
It was quite heavy after all these years
Its lavish, loveless contents and their grim glitter
Were reflected on her face, moist from tears
She wiped them and smiled; it didn't touch her eyes
Her empty girl eyes
Her pretty girl eyes
She opened her box to console herself
Because clutched in her wrinkled palms that box, was all she had left.
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