Dios
The prince is lost, pink cherry red
Her eyes lie limp and hollow
The princess speaks, "she can't be dead."
"There's no pain or oozing sorrow"
"For what is love without some loss?"
She asks her long dead kin.
"Just fried eggs and ketchup sauce."
Is how she hides her sin.
But alas it reeks of tricks and lies.
There, a rose, a garden waits
Up to the sky, the gates do rise
"She's mine, you see." She firmly states
"A doll I made when all was lost."
"A flower grown to choose our fates."
Even with the gambles tossed
"She's mine, you see." She says once more.
"My secret love to keep."
Clutched to her chest, her inner core.
A grave to long lost sleep
Yet, Her brother lays so still
She laughs at the corpse unburied
A broken mess of painful will
Because the prince she carried
Her lips mouth words to royal tears
A riddle too hard to crack
But souls are all the princess hears
For now all there is, is black.