A/N: Oh, Desire. Wherefore art thou such an asshole?
Glass Hearts
What does it take to crumble an empire?
Only one being can hold the answer in its hands.
It poisons this world of ours, sitting
In its fragile tower of sugar-spun glass.
What does it take to dissolve a psyche?
In the shroud of its impish grin
Lies the key to this power
But that magical being deceives merrily
What does it take to create a treasure beyond value?
Perhaps that knowledge lies in the
Murky yet sharply transparent depths of its
Glass heart, that roguish destroyer of worlds.