Sunday, October 14, 2012


She wanted for nothing but longed for much in the walls of her throne's condemption. Her mind flooded with dreams of the impossible through barred glass.

Her eyes, the deepest blue, screamed the pain of death, but their sapphire light cast upon the world of her love and devotion.

Trendled hair of braided fate shown against the night. It fell softly down her ivory skin menaced with red ribbons reaching for her truth.

So graceful was she, so tender in her touch, the roses cried to see her bleed.

Caged for her beauty and tortured for her kindness, he loved her still.

Jenna Christopher

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