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, crying