The Shining Liar, The Drowning Winner
The Realistic Loaner, The Unrealistic Thinker ,
Her Ever Colourful Monochrome Hair, Streamed down her Creativity,
Her Blind Transparent Eyes, Sprouted her Moons of Curiosity,
Neither a prostitue or ghetto, simply the invisible artiste,
In a Trice, a gallant gentleman, shone her eyes blindly yet colourfully toward an ill-fated reaction,
Misfortunate, Unfortunate, will begin to unfold,
As Curiosity, was a thing of caution not action,
The Colours of Tragedy, infects our minds,
As it slowly rots inside of us,
Neither could stroke it down to our former beauty,
We could never return, so did she,
She will always be the New Moon, invisible yet transparent as she was,
Her Mind slowly fading away like the Full Moon's Fate.