Crown.

touch my own skin, feel the indifference in these craters.
cold blooded dreams and warm nights,
diamonds in her teeth, sinking into the vulnerable mess of his kingdom.
serene death and awakening in a crown, she is the sight to behold
in these empty oceans.
sand in between her fingers, she has buried herself,
and him alive.
the stars witness her dying with every gem in her crown between his collar.
creases on her old skin because her stories are unfolding,
bullets on every wall, every withering flower looks to her soul,
why is it evergreen? is it love?

he remembers her soft hair on her cheeks,
flowing in the wind, the rain in which they soaked, smiled.
with his hands on her  curves  edges and her grin. it haunted him every lonely night like every lover does.
but it hurts so good, shallow hearts can drown too.
she vanished too soon, yet she is here in his silent dreams.
too good to be told. her crown burning his pride, his throne, her memory.
green, amber, gold, silver and then comes blue.
dark, deeper, heavier, breathing in her everlasting mystery of these unknown kingdoms.

she was kind, when things were complicated,
blood on her rusted knife, devil in her house.
cards that never saw the deal.
ironically sarcastic, satire of making one of them.
yet love them,
can love destroy more than war?
everyone's pretty , when you are losing everything,
you should see her walk in her crown.
silence is her favourite echo.
there you go, an elude from ordinary.
crowns don't only belong to queens and kings,
but warriors too.