There lived a decrepit beauty
in this reflective world,
She loves to flirt
drawing fire and blood,
feeding on shattered confidence,
Her furious heart,
never once felt,
thirst for the non-existent love.
She never knew,
the gravity of flying or falling,
She was more focused
on her cracked soul,
or how easily madness took over her heart.
Seeing her gaiety,
One, day, an angel looked at her
And, asked her,
"what's the price of being enough",
her response was more dauntless,
then his question,
" being you in someone's world ",
which the greatest showman
cannot offer an escape.
The angel vouchsafed,
by her glimpse of human lives,
In order to save her, he decided to,
gathered all the dreams,
from this cosmic framework,
and placed them in her bloody palms,
and, asked her to
hug them tightly
as if they were her children,
And put them together,
So, that one day, they can soar high
from the castle of prejudices.
The little gem,
smiled at his naivety,
for he forgot, that Time decays.
And, all left is outworn buried age;