looking out the window ceil, a young beautiful girl
living in a surreal, unusual world
of diamonds and pearls, a palace of ice
shining silver cutlery, every chalice is light
bottomless valleys aside, the walls of the keep
sights the starlit sea from the tallest of peak
the most polished seat, the throne is kept
served the fullest of feasts, no bones to pick
lives as mrs. has it all, with the clearest of gleam
From the deepest rabbit holes, her carrots retrieved
most magical lulls, that bless es her dreams
feels awakening's curse, her represses of screams
as in dresses of queens, lodgings through long winters
she was a soul tucked in the wrong slippers
sheltered from rain, and blessings of light
this young flower grew without connection to life

Please me, she said
Diamonds on her neck
apparels of ice, shining bright
memories of the blinding sight
Tease me, she pled
quivering down her neck
felt her cold grimacing breath

lived within an atmosphere to chisel
illuminated by chandeliers of crystal
within family heirlooms entranced
empty ballroom she danced, perfumes she pranced
each sleeping walk, became one night fewer
Done with Royal Gowns, she wanted the right suitor
more then the pendants she lied beside
dreams of love, past remnants within eye's of ice
only found in their embroidering, morbid of things
no warm embrace, to hold within, her sorrowing winds
blood beginning to thin in her porcelain skin
couldn't afford the bringing of an orchard in spring
now tortured her dreams, tried to make connection
tried finding love within hate and resentment
visions of lands afar, she'd now seldom dream
live life grande and large from her balcony

Please me, she said
Diamonds on her neck
apparels of ice, shining bright
memories of the blinding sight
Tease me, she pled
quivering down her neck
felt her cold grimacing breath