Poetry

Rune Germaine

Rune Germaine
Her black hair untamed like the night.
Her voice an entrancing beauty.
The words she say have power and take flight.
She must not stray but fulfill her duty.

Roses wilt with even a slight touch.
The thorns remain and pierce her skin.
She wishes to the petals she could clutch.
After every song her head begins to spin.

Her eyes which know much emotion,
Show secrets very few souls know.
She just wishes for the pain to be done.
In the end there will always be a show.