Another poem about Delphine. No mention of Cicada, though, I didn't think it'd fit. So here's 'The China Doll", my poem about Delphine.
The China Doll
They call her the china doll.
Looking so beautiful outside and yet so breakable.
Her dress is torn and frayed from all of the wear and tear.
The wear and tear of so many years.
Her face...so emotionless and scary.
Smiling all of the time, a sure smile.
But even a doll can have emotion.
She wants to love.
She wants to be loved.
But she cannot.
She sits in her case, unable to move.
Unable to escape.
Unable to be free.
Unable to live.
She is around to be goggled at and adored, not truly loved.
She sits and watches the others live their lives.
She wants to break out of the glass.
But she cannot.
Her glass eyes are still.
But she will not cry.
Because a doll cannot cry.
Maestro Delphine may not cry.
Maestro Delphine is a china doll.
And her glass eyes are still.
But she will not cry.
She cannot cry.
Because she is a china doll.
And a china doll cannot cry.
Fin. A new aspect of Delphine.