Shrouded by her ignorance

the prince is a homunculus.

Wearing their humanity as

a disguise, lost in lies.

 

The Jester in his ballyhoo

will always be more or less

a dream, when the spotted

eagle from sight flees.

 

Part of a full untold,

she sees only the worn mold.

The failure to understand

why a snake slithers.

 

A delinquent she sees,

As if Pandora's box is reality.

The world to her is lost.

All perceived is dust.

 

Her luster faded long ago.

A short tale to be told.

Many failures, few attempts, time

poorly spent, refusing to see, she

sowed the seeds of her misery.