Girl with the Golden Touch

May 31, 2011
By traciec SILVER, Export, Pennsylvania
traciec SILVER, Export, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Decrepit she skulks the light is
A million beams of broken shards
The fissures slivers shatter the
Gashed soul in golden pieces near

The sanguine ties the warmth rides down
The crimson rain puts her at ease
Concealing shadows her visage
Hides of repugnance and deceit

A curse a death a golden man
She thinks cries touches the great bonds
Soft weakened metal they crash to
Her floors a crystal palace broke

All that stands is her statue there
She touched her skin for those she hurt
The pain a fire in her hurt soul
A selfish act for those she loved

The author's comments:
I was thinking of King Mitas whose touch turned everything to gold while writing this, and the pain he must have felt.

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