The Princess of the Glass Castle
Part I The princess of the glass castle wore a white dress, Walked on stairs of glass and sat on a crystal mess.
Her dress shimmered of the silver and the stars. The light in her eyes – anything but a farce. Part II I am scared my heel may scratch the floor; When I walk, I am worried my dress might smash the door.
I can’t be natural, I can’t be free – This castle is so staunch, I don’t think it feels me.
Everyone comes here to gape at it, majestic and tall, Yet my words are barely a whisper, lest they scar the wall. I can barely dance, every step is preceded by fear, If I move too fast will I lose this castle, which I hold dear? Part III When she brushed a tear off of her eye,
There appeared a black mark under the perfectly blue sky.
She wore a fluid black and danced a spell of lust, And the floor melted while the castle burned to dust.