Flawless,
Not a hair out of place,
Her eyes dark and deep,
Alone and asleep,
Beauty,
Not a speck of frost,
Upon her face,
More lovely than lace,
Idolized,
The like of the stars
Adored by your kin,
And unknown within,
Everlasting,
No foolishness in her gaze,
And queenly in her stance,
A doomed romance,
Immaculate,
So light a foot,
And quick of pace,
As natural as air to our cursed race,
Faultless,
No glance askew,
Silver in her courtly glance,
And beauty in dance,
Uncorrupted,
Untouched by terror,
Can dance, sing,
Worthless things,
Perfect,
Allowed to escape,
No eternity shall she adore
Nor would she abhor
Trapped,
By everything and all alone,
Never and yet shall have a home,
Undomial, eternal in her gilded cage.