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She resided in an obsidian palace of her ancestors
Where all the bitter lords and ladies bowed themselves to her orders
If only they could deny wines of flair she served with a silver spoon of honey
And they could simply stare at her perfect poise with irises of envy
Her faultless words without even a wrinkle of inelegance
Only surged the sour jealousy they had of her brilliance
But they could not look away from the lightning of her stormy eyes
When her sun-kissed fingers danced pirouettes across letters of advice
They tried their hardest to find twists and turns in her poppy smiles
But no tales of her own would escape them under which they could be beguiled
They thought of her as a lavender butterfly, fluttering around her aristocratic friends
And never could find the dark torso under her grand wings of pretend
But the glamorous face drooped as she walked up the stairs of ebony
Cracked lips were revealed in front of the mirrors of ivory
Her chamber reeked of invisible shadows and misery
Dismaying spirits loomed over this magnificent cemetery
Panic ensued when her body laid on the pink cotton twitching in distress
Black mist that stripped all of her false finesse
Shakes commanded her fragile bones in the cold chamber
Figures of smoke impersonated the ancestors berating her about the torment they would savour
The bright orb outside hid beneath the violet clouds as her silent screams haunted the castle
But such shouts of madness would never cause those wealthy ears any trouble
But then the radiant orb outside revealed itself glimmering in blue and a golden cloak
And her footsteps shooed away the crows and ravens who desired to croak
A mask of glory plastered on her face continued to befool,
Coveting the dry tears of her nefarious truth.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoesíaFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
