Until That Day, I'll Wither

"Mercy put on some golden skin,
while she dripped in silver glitter.
She kept dancing inside the world
till' her eyes met mine with worry.
Crystal tears worth a thousand rings;
Marriage,
Is what her tongue would slither.
She touched my arm
under skies of strawberry lava,
whispering:
"Until That Day, I'll Wither"

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