Gems of the Soul
There was once a princess deemed righteous and fair.
From the thread of her dress, to a length of her hair,
All of her was precious and sought-after.
And while she was praised for her lips and her guise,
Her real beauty, her true measure, lay in her eyes
Which gleamed and shone and bared her soul whenever she succumbed to laughter.
Yet then, a dastardly thief did come into this land
Lured in by word of mouth and riches grand,
She decided to stay for leisure.
She discovered the princess, a meeting of chance,
And woe unto her that that happenstance
Lead to her falling down avarice's road in desperate need for that treasure.
The night was heavy, empty and deep,
And while exploring the castle's silent keep
The thief allowed herself to wander.
Up into the highest bedroom hall
Beneath the sleeping beaut she crawled
To swipe those lovely eyes of which each passing minute she grew fonder.
In the light of the morning, barely woke,
A cry tore from her highness' throat.
Her most precious treasure discovered stolen.
She retched and cried for days and nights
Attempts at solace taken as slights,
As silly stupid pity provoked by her sightless sockets swollen.
As for the thief, the lout! She got away.
Such a fiend remains at large this day.
Take heed, be on guard and ever wary.
Who am I? You're kidding! Oh, then I must confess,
But I do say it really doesn't take a guess,
I collect fine things- don't look like that! For me, you're too ordinary.
