crown

She smiles so pure,

Her dark hair falling so perfectly,

Framing her face like a perfect image.

She sings so softly,

The words gliding off her tongue.

Her eyes glisten,

so innocent.

But no one knows of the white lines which embroider her thighs,

or the tears that glide from her eyes.

She stares at a crown,

Scuffed and broken,

a golden husk,

Which long ago lost its jewels and gems embed.

She runs her fingers over jagged edges,

Reminded of the days she would run along the castle walls,

when the smiles came easy.

she picks up that golden husk,

and placed it upon her head.

He knocks on the door.

I smile as I see the crown on his head,

No longer scuffed and broken,

Once again with jewels and gems embed.