Within my castle walls an aged lady resides
Where time grows bored with sorrows mark
She emerges from broken glass and cries
Then with one last scream she devours my heart
The lady of Vitrium
I know a lady, cracked and broken
They say her beauty captured stars
And her lips poured out words of wisdom
The lady trapped in this bell jar
Before a mirror she practices her crafts
Weaving fires and sins into her skin
And on a bed of glass she screams and she laughs
Thy lady tears the blackened coal within
Her purity and care dost radiates
A stunning jewel scathing their eyes
But behind the black veil I will await
Because my lady is none but another lie
purity and care. good poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant poem. I really enjoyed the read. Keep writing good poetry