A TOY STORY (ON DECEPTION)

Doll face, plastic heart

with a raven eyed smile and wave

thou hath torn the world apart,

Gentle kiss, burn o’hell

hath no mark nor touch o’God,

like an angel I fell.

Temptations’ binds bound

through eyes that gaze on

upon such, hath frown’d.

Yet learning thy whispered tune,

hearing thou heart beat true,

The sun hath been replaced by th’moon.

Mark, how beauty still hath lay’th within,

mark now thy beauty that consumes

holy crevices of mind; of the flesh, each inch.

Yet what godly sin, such demons below

that rose we pronounce a friend, till the end,

ho, what does it take for someone to know?

Broken hearted lie: bittersweet candy,

That which we call a rose by any other name

would hath thou tried. Farewell lady.