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.
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?
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.