Trustworthy Lie

The apple of my eye !
Covered from head to toe,
In robes of royalty,

E’clat, you exhibit,
Grace, in your birth.
May your curse, sound heavenly
Your chants reach the Gods, on Earth.

For, your beauty is unparalleled,
May it last, may it last !
Till the essence of the jasmine scent sustains,
May your eyes fall upon the very precious jewels,
Waiting to adorn your limbs.
May your golden locks seek the touch of the throne,
Until it bathes and bathes in grandeur .
Oh ! may your delicate finger perceive gently,
The old ruins of your prince's crown
And feel the aesthetic pleasure.
May your thoughts fall upon the abandoned parchment,
But never may you see the magic,
For, the magic is the one that has caused all this ,
Distress and isolation.
O queen ! never may you sense such dishonesty,
Your life, deserves no more.
You have lived it all ! you have left none unturned !
It's time, I, your Savior !
Shall put you to rest, and relieve you of all the pain.
May you rest,
O beauty !
May you rest…

About the Author:
This is Srikari from grade 10B. I am a poetry lover, and take pleasure in exploring various poetry techniques. I also enjoy Music, History, debating and playing sports.