The Dame stands before me,
droplets of sorrow falling
from her eyes
A sad, vulnerable beauty...
But little did I know that she
was a delicate calamity
whose body is made from
screams of the howling
oceans
A false crown made from
a long dead sun
Eyes as cool and cold
and cunning as a viper
And a heart long since
barren
Thank goodness I've cut out such people from my life....
Lyn x
