Crushed anguish, powder fine
pressed into the pages of my mind
glassy splinters slice and bleed
turning into an aching need

sweetly, like a violin string
or a dying star, lingering

Terror breeds and festers long
grinds out its demented song
wide eyed child, they seek to crown her
Princess- or will the angels drown her?

Candle fires, a daisy wilts
and saving petals, aurora lilts
her shining head, black through the haze
Alas! The child perishes in the blaze.
Her face is pale, she is but dreaming
no longer a nightmare, screaming!
No longer lost or wandering
Barefoot, in rags
her suffering is ended

And the daisies dying
echo no more
of her sighing,

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