Facade

Porcelain Doll

Author's Notes: This is, in my opinion, much better than my other poem, Steel. R&R please. I don't own Escaflowne or any of its characters, so don't sue me.

Delicate hands like silk

Slender, elegant fingers

Of a Lady

Waves of ash-blond hair

Soft lilac eyes

Of a child

A graceful young woman

A porcelain doll

Sits before you

A gentle, sweet girl,

You think

You think

But it is not true.

Looks deceive the mortal eye

None can see through

The clever disguise

That masks this murderer,

This killer

That once was so cruel.

She seems normal,

But is she?

When she's alone,

She quietly sobs

And falls into a nightmare-like state

For the demon whose body was stolen from

Claws at her mind

Night and day

Longs for revenge

On this silly child

Who has dared to steal his life

To claim his body as her own,

To weaken his strength

To reduce his soul

To nothing more than a memory

And yet,

It is that mere memory

That plagues her

That shatters her from inside

The poor porcelain doll.