He rolls up,
heavy metal boots,
cigarettes,
flowing coat.
Nice smile, but
don’t believe it.
Darkness softens
as he looks upon
his icy princess.
Long and white
she wilts,
a daisy
without sun.
She’s roses
and thorns,
always thorns.
Lay your head
for a comfort.
Lay your head
for a song.
Toss the birdy
in a cage,
twirl me ’round,
twirl me ’round.
Music box,
she must play.
Fires burns,
we can’t stay.