I see this pearl emerging
from this rocked street.
She will dance upon
Luna’s beaming surface.
But will she knows my truth,
walking over daggered glass,
bleeding for eternity just
to save her from this hell.
My roughed diamond
will be polished and shimmer,
blinding the bewitched city of
grime slithering loneliness
choking it from her voice.
I am damned,
but grace will fly
upon swift wings
glittered with amethyst.
SHE will escape.
SHE WILL rise above.
SHE WILL SURVIVE!