The Giant and the Crow

A stained glass tragedy
A matching crystal ball
Tossed much like that of bowling
Speeding orbs down God's old rumored hall

She was a stained glass tragedy
A spoon ready to fall
Used to think she was mad at things
Turns out she was never mad at all

Coxcomb red, her mane was long
She chopped it off in hell
Not long before, the man she loved
Shaved off his mane as well
Two onyx beams
With worlds of dreams
And brokenness to share
Of course the truth
In love and youth
Ends always in despair

For love and youth
And ill repute
A scarlett doll
A giant truth
And everything besides the truth
Is spoken of and held.

This poem is about: 
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