Golden

The world stilled,

and as she spoke

ichor dribbled from her mouth

words of steel

and

words of honey

leaving her audience

grasping for her voice

fistfuls of hope,

a tangible force

they sought to hold

and keep

until they saw

the life she took

she danced in their decay

draining their life 

and

replacing their golden thread

with her saccharin smile.