She took over her ill sister’s throneWith a mask on not to be shown The youngest daughterHad kept in the darkNot to be knownFor too many years Although the whitest dress brightened the roomEvery night she was fearful to be aloneAs the new mirror she couldn’t disown She visited The Shrine Of LightAnd asked for […]
The transparent window drew the unintended eyes to this merchandise under the pale lights. Her posture was marvelous, experienced and its absurdity by heart. Her eyes whiten as the snow had fallen. Conglomerated bricks of the wall deteriorated as she had dictated. Dressed ladies and gents gathered as her story had slathered.