They spun me through the filigree of sugar crystal ice

to embrace my every curve with their glittering insides

at their behest I crumbled out of chocolate birds in flight

glittering in every slip of women through their minds

She placed enchanted dew spun slippers in graceful bends of holly

jewels to tighten swans at throat and men to commit folly

and he reclined and pondered fine this created elegance and muse

who in the end ate out his anger in berry sweetened hues

She enticed me with the rubies for my kissless, swollen lips

and decorated eyes of green with the dance of her sweet hips

he brought the snow and crafted of it gems to decorate my skin

frost to glitter every lash and bat away his sin

~So, tell me now, you callous creature, am I shiny, am I fine

  decked out in every dream you've dreamt into my evershifting hyde

  tell me, do you like the green of the iris and the gown

  the golden spin of music boxes and the placement of the crown

  the moon beads shining through my hair of sun and amber glaze

  the waterfall of lazy, elemental days

  do you like the lash of tongue curled around the rim of glass

  the moment when the blade leaves the wing of my dove hand~

And you call me supernatural and drink me til you're high

and tell me I could bind an angel with my song as with my lies

and you think you need deception to lay me on the fringe

of your winter hands and callous mind and your momentary slips

but my searing bite is willing and I giggle as you fall

I was made for all this madness by the seraphs, afterall

to be the fount for icy monsters and reprieve for golden brides

to dance without protest through the world that lays inside

You say my sharp existence is a slave and unprotesting glee

as I bite your heart with reason and flood it with the beat

of human rhythms, for a while, before you crumble on my edge

and I bound with wings upon my steed and laugh my way out of the hedge

You shouldn't be to shakey, you designed me afterall

to paint me through the womb and dance me through the halls

in this sugar dress of splendour and magikal insides

this is where that moment of the woman soars inclined

where she shatters the illusions and hops out of her spine

and takes the girl out of the pack and bakes her bread and pride

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