Soul hidden in dark shroud.
Offered a penny to save it.
Declined.
More than a penny to save a soul.

Chilled in ice pack.
Kept in safe haven.
Is it safe?
Maybe no escape.

Soul heart or true being.
Cloud covers innocence.
Makes view obscured.
Obsolete.

Trapped.
Anchored by scarlet ribbons.
Adorned with jeweled trinkets.
Distressed.
Soul not for sale.
Nor is it for leaving.

It belongs to honest angel with heart of solid gold.
Not created by alchemists.
Made by life itself.
Every struggle.
Beats the always muddle.
Shown by the muse.
lady Livvi1 2013