Eye water of Elation

Wicked princess stuck in a cursed castle,

Guarded by an apparition of an Amaranthine woman.

Resembling a zombie kid has lithe body figure yet glutton.

Her languor whole being like an empty can

Hypnotic eyes hampering sanguine memories.

Feeding her heart with flesh of solitude.

Still pleading for an elixir called warmth,

Darting bombs of hatred and grenade of anger.

Rusticating safety pins.

In a battleground of woebegone feels like Gehenna,

Has drawn incandescent broken glasses in the caliginous sky.

Oblivious, has finally embraced equanimity.