This one is a little bit vauge (ok, a lot), but I just had to write it, it's sort of an insight into why Katehas that defensive quality about her private life...hard to explain, take a look anyway.
Thanks for the praise for Crystal Blue too, it's one of my favs as well. I don't think I've posted 'Enigma' yet, so that'll be next, I wrote that one in the same mood as 'Crystal Blue' so I hope you like that.
Scrutiny
Standing there,
Under scrutiny,
She never thought,
That they would see.
She looks ahead,
Her head bent down,
They watch her closely,
Whispers sound.
Never before,
Had she felt this out of place,
Not ever once,
Did she want to hide her face.
She traced the wooden knotted floor,
With her boot clad foot,
And knew all along they were watching her,
As she moved about the soot.
Her eyes turned grey,
The blue flame going out,
As she whispered her question,
Of what it was all about.
She knew him well,
Or she thought she had,
But here she was,
Confused and sad.
And so she learnt,
Not to trust a boy,
Because one day,
With her he'd toy.
He'd used her badly,
All for himself,
For years he'd housed her,
As a trophy on his shelf.
And now she was shame,
Within his house,
Their emotions gone,
Along with her name.
He told the people,
Who she'd been,
Told them the truth,
From behind the screen.
He never saw her,
Not a single time,
And yet he doomed her,
Within his rhyme.