As she romanticises the Middle Ages
I find her view’s fraying around the edges
She could equally turn her soul into something amazing
but instead of opening, she is encasing
I’d love to find her like a great rose
It’s sad by seeing her while death throes
I’m disappointed, losing happiness
I suspected opulence instead of godliness
She turns on the light and kills by her yes
I would pray for “no” but what if I made a mess?
She should be happy that these modern times
are backward like her mind and blindness in her eyes