I sit isolated
Upon my throne of poisonous pearls
Gazing upon the fields of my wilted dreams
The sun shining upon my face
Mocking me,
Taunting.
I turn away
And to my left
Behold the contenance of the sparkling milkmaid,
With eyes of jewels
Dancing among the cows
I sink in despair
Ripping away the crown of affluence,
Tearing apart the silken clothes of comfort
I wish for only a single drop of rain
A simple splash,
To ease within me this howling pain.
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