Girl of Glass

This is a poem about the Fates just doing their job... PS, read it while listening to this song:thumb|300px|right

Leap, skip,

porcelain child,

Savor it

while you may.

The clock ticks

and soon comes

the end- your final day.

 

Dance, dance,

girl of glass!

In our eye we see.

Last long,

you will not.

Dance to us three!

 

Twirl, spin,

china lady,

growing old and grey.

With one eye we see

you and we three

on your dying day.

 

Down now,

crystal doll,

down again you lay.

Fragile, cracked, and broken,

waiting for your day.

 

We spun your thread,

ceramic dear,

from birth to life to death,

Sharp is the knife

to end your life

on that final day.

 

So dance for us,

girl of glass,

do your dismal ballet.

With one eye we see

and four hands we make

you live until your day.

 

Chipped and dying,

a fragile living doll,

upon your grave you're lying.

Sharp is the knife

and cut is your thread.

Today was your day.

 

