The Crystal Doll

As porcelain to Prague,

the gentle shivers

of the lily's flesh unfolds.

The rise of wars,

between the nations;

incited by as such as this,

And yet she flowers,

blooms, and boasts,

of peace. The peace that

harmonizes nature;

As catalyst, he cups,

the moulding of her story,

for in it dictates fire, wrath, and ruin.

She is holly, she is sequins;

and the dress up of Apocalypse.