Red blotted on pale cheeks,
a young face
unmarked, still lovely.
Roses, in red,
blossoming in lush gardens
and swans gliding on a lake,
black eyes filled with charm.
Pale men with black hair and
colored glass eyes, born
with silver and gold
and
ignorant to their actions
and their terrible beauty.
Vain and pearled
sat the young child,
red still blotted on pale cheeks
and a bony neck with silver pouring from
its lips as it falls to the mooring swans,
eyes black as trout