Zoe’s Journal

The princess has lost her tiara.
Trampled in the dust
Soiled by the soles of feet
Marching raucously on their way
Towards the pleasant city.
Begrimed by unholy hands
Lost forever to this world.
The rubies fallen out
Of their emerald settings.
Left only the stark pale silver
Smudged beyond recognition.
Looked over as just another
Stone paving the well-trod road.
The princess cries alone.
Passed over by all as waif.
Some look with pity, some with scorn.
But all never-ceasing
Their pilgrimage to the pleasant city.
The princess has lost her tiara.

Dig a little deeper.
Make it hurt so bad.
Hold the insistent tear
Making you so sad.

Hold steady, don’t move
While I delve deeper.
Cutting to the bone.
Smile as the blood appears.

Pain, the pleasure of life.
Bleeding away the pain
Of inner tortured night.
Leaking my soul away.

Lost in the ecstasy
Agony of freedom
And to black sky I cry,
Dark One, to you I’m come.