Ivory Of Charoite Ballad Poem by Enchanting Owl

Do you still wish and pray for a happy ending?
To see is to believe, but my hope is descending.
Wanting to write my own phenomenal fairytale,
And finding my steadfast knight, but it is a fail.

I was astonished as tears fell and I felt down.
My tears are a sharp sword; my cry is a rusted crown.
As I descried you dancing with others with your hands tied,
The wound ached, the pain cut deep, and the body died.

At that very condemnatory down moment,
Seeing you is torture; looking at me is torment.
All I wanted was to vanish and go out completely.
Can't take it if you kiss someone passionately.

All of a sudden, my blue eyes met yours with plea.
You smiled, you grinned, and you turned your head away with glee.
Poison is my banquet, and depression is my new wine.
I checked my face in the mirror; I was not fine.

Surrendering myself to this secluded cage,
Feeling breathless and flailing lifeless for all ages.
I am waiting for seconds, minutes, hours, and days to pass.
To heal is both a grace and an anguish that lasts.