Finely-shaped glass,
adorned in black mahogany
Overtly beautiful;
cleaved in her innocence,
with her majestic stance in
readiness to unleash her captivating presence.
Wooden yet golden,
her presence capturing images of loyal ‘patriots’;
eyes so sharp that she never misses,
any face that has come to seek her before.
The fairest of all,
she was said to be
Peaceful in her dynasty,
she became so powerful;
that it lured the ‘giants’ to surge forward
in eagerness to take and plunge
her into experience.
Her eagle eyes conjuring a sinister move,
Cloaked in hypocrisy;
Perhaps in her purity, she saw all and sundry pure.
Until a scar smiled down her face;
like a duo in matrimony.
Broken she became,
left only with shattered pieces,
to be swept off the floor.
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