A small collection of poetry, courtesy of yours truly.

Tears of gold.

Tears of gold. 

Sure. Little girl says she can manage. 

 Little girl saw everything and nothing, 

 Everything but nothing. 

 Little girl...

Little girl loves stories of the north, 

Her father singing to himself.

Or when she's snug in her bed, 

While the angels sing songs in her head. 

 Is she even bothered to be sane, 

Or has the phantom infected her mind?

" He has to be strong, so do I."

 She ventures to say. 

Can the little girl follow orders?

Can she listen to the angel, 

Without allowing herself to sing?

 Is she still the finch,

 Or is she something stronger now?

Can the finch carry the weight of the eagle?

 Or is she now the dragon,

 Hanging around her neck, 

 And shimmering in her eyes?

 Does the dragon let the cross breath? 

 Does the dragon shed tears of gold, 

 Or does she live in a world of Sterling silver?

" I am the dragon," She insists, 

 " I hold the cross so he doesn't have to. 

I live in a world of neither silver no gold, but in a crystal world,

Like my tears. " she crys. 

 Little girl does not see,

The crystal world in which she lives, 

 Is not what it seems. 

Silver, 

 Gold, 

 No tears, No tears. 

 Hold your cross close, 

 For it's not yours to bear. 

 Breath, in then out. 

 Dragon of silver, 

 World of crystal, 

 Tears of gold.

 Finch,

 Dragon

 Little girl. 

 Heaven, 

 Hell, 

 Angel. 

 World of crystal, 

 Dragon of silver,

 Little girl. 

 All the same....

 Tears of gold. 

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Author's note- I realize this one is a bit confusing. It is meant to..... Really I wrote it when I thought my heart was being ripped in two. I apologized for the depressing poem, but it is quite soulful. Really.