II

Him.

The monarch of a world.

The center of my orbit.

The hand of a deity

Over my distraught dreams.

The steel bars

To a cage for hope

Holding an innocent girl

Glossing its metal with tears

Her neck sore within leather

Trapped in fear

And hiding from her opportunities

To run for her life

When she knows

She has nowhere to run

For he will always

Find her again

To capture her

Like a gleaming butterfly

Suffocating in a jar

Withering its bright colors away

Until it learns of the fate

Chosen by domination

That takes its life away

Shredding its wings

And never allowing it

To fly anywhere

Ever again.