over the years others have given,

love stricken,

enthralled, they were smitten.

bouquets

and promises

embellished in ribbons.

they look at me as either a bride

or a token for the night

part of their wondrous design

aiming to mount my head in their room of desire

which conquest will be valued higher?

i existed in the fables and dreams of my youth

warm lights mirroring wander and magic

muting ugly truths

the destination to find another was not a game

there would be someone who saw

my peculiarities

tricks,

mastery

absorbing it all

our scars bled the same.

i want to remain where i once believed

before the realities crept in

egos

powers

and thieves.

my cursed reoccurring theme.

but that is not the world we live in

we do not have a fair start

i have learned the hard way

time and time again

dull your senses

or you will be ripped apart.

my muses have been stones

stepping up to this lonely throne

i can hear them now,

you really want to be alone?

i want to create something

no one has ever seen.

fill those pages of my childhood dream

not with babies

rings

or conventional schemes

write how she was never betrothed

reigned as each towns most insolent woman known.

collector of jewels

ghosted veils to light her fires

only my lettered spells cast my desires

and when my days come to an end

i will mark my experiences

with the steadiness of my pen

write how she was never betrothed

reigned as each towns most insolent woman known.