Feeling encased in a pod
of solitude,
like a slumbering princess
enclosed in a crystal coffin-
alone in a world of sorrow
far off and out of reach.
Maybe my enchantment is flimsy,
and even in sleep I age,
becoming a pillow case too
large to fit properly on a cushion
-my skin swallows my bones-
and when the hope of my fair love's lips
arrive to my chamber,
they draw back in disgust-
the dream of a warm soft kiss
retreating to the shadows
leaving me to rust until my body
sinks into the earth-
like sunken treasure,
lost to the cold confinement
of the sea.