The Ring

Beauty, glittering beauty.
Such a thing to hold and caress more gently then any lover.
With more tenderness then the most belove'd child.
It must be held, by your hands alone.
The touch of others is blasphemy.
Just your alone, only your alone.
And when the bonds of friendship..... forged so strong are broken...
shattered.......
Just for a mere object... it can't be a mere trifle.
So lovely.... so useful... so easy to get lost in the glittery, shimmering
goldeness..... Never noticing, how everything your life has turned dust.

Glittering, sparkling, shimmering.
No need for light when near it.
It provides.
Shimmering and glittering,
it bored into your soul.
It is a treacherous, tainted love.
So scornful, and so bitter when rejected.
It will bite you back.
Like the most capricious woman ever born.
Can't put it down ....................... darkness.... darkness...............


............Far beyond the Kin and kith........
...............Far beyond help or humanity.............

When the past gets to painful.
And the future is nothing but a drudge.
It fixes your mind on nothing but the:

Prettiness... the glitteringness.... the shimmering.

The past gets so painful.
Better to fill it with lies.
Lies... happiness.. then.
The sun was to bright,
the flowers to garish.
And the ring, which cost so much in blood and
pain. Wasn't earned through treachery and hate.
No, truth is to painful. And what is left of the soul
demands soothing, lies are so much easier.
They show the glittering, pretty, golden one's innocent.
Never commited any wrong.

And everything is empty. Nothing matters but it's return.
Why? Is not the question ever asked.
But How is often asked.
HAted and desire are the only masters.

How it calls out in the NIGHT!
To be held, to loved again.
It bends and twists words.
Song only to heard by all its admirers over the years.
And it, or should I say She never ages
As beautiful as the day you met her.

Glittering golden, haired.
Darling, Temptress, preciousss.
It takes as its partner in the dance and whirls you around.
Until you are so dizzy, you do not know right from left, up from down,
black from white, good from evil.
Until you are so tired your body ruined and your mind is gone.
When it tires of you and it will.
It leaves you, a broken, worthless, shell.

To far gone to be saved... from that deadly embrace, that golden embrace.