[Dangerous Salome]: 358.Poem1

Uh... My sister has a dolls house the shape of a castle, and it has furniture and everything so... I had a little play around and I wrote this! Well, what else was I supposed to do before getting on the computer?

A weird romance poem. A rich man is in love with a peasant girl, and she doesn't return his feelings.

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Princess, You Are Mine

Face pressed
Against cold hard bars
Caged
Like an Animal
Trapped

Delicate patterns
Created by slithers of light
Filtering through
Intricate metal soldered patiently together
Old and ancient
Still strong enough
To serve its purpose

Not enough light
To see the details of the room
But plenty
To paint a pattern
On old fashioned tiled floors

Long and thin
Lit by a single lamp
Lacking all signs of comfort
Excepting a worn
Arm chair and dresser

Ladder to the bed room
Older than the room itself
But a recent addition
To this muddled environment
The bed above the room
Small and narrow and hard and cold
No light in the attic
No need for light when sleep comes knocking on your door

Face pressed
Against cold brittle glass
Reflection
On a life like this
The life on a peasant girl
Too beautiful for her own good
Kidnapped by Power
Trapped by Wealth

Lust for outside
Lust for warmth
Lust for love
Overwhelming the peasant girl

A pet
Keep locked in a cage
Don't run away
Your Mine
My Precious
Princess