She is Fascinated

She is fascinated

 

How shiny and sharp

 

How peculiar

 

Their uses a mystery to her

 

She is fascinated

 

 

Up above, how do they move

 

How do they talk

 

How do they breathe

 

She is fascinated

 

 

Her father says no

 

His advisor

Her citizens

They all say no

But even so

 

She is fascinated

 

 

She swims above

The sky glitters

The sky booms

The sky holds curiosity in its distance

She is fascinated

 

She swims farther

She sees beauty

She sees wonder

She sees flames

She is fascinated

 

She takes him with her

Down to the shore

Singing songs of her people

Fear encaptures her

His eyes flutter

She is fascinated

 

She is frightened

She is determined

She runs but

She is fascinated

 

She must see him

 

Beauty will not leave her mind

The shoreline

 

How powdery it felt against her skin

 

Against his skin

 

Against his piercing eyes

Against his shadow of hair

She is fascinated

 

He is a marvel of marble she only knew once before

As a thing they call a statue

He is the living,

The breathing,

The marvel of marble

That has captured her with insatiable wonder

She is fascinated

 

But her father screams in horror

Destruction of her adoration surrounds her

He throws and he strikes and lightning flows from his tongue

His trident spear

She is fascinated

 

Luck bestoys her

A bargain

A curse

Her voice is captured and corrupted but

She is fascinated

 

She has legs that move

Knees that bend

Feet that walk

She is fascinated

 

Beauty finds her

That marvel of marble she once knew before

His lips speak foreign words for foreign things she has only pondered

He pulls her close

Carries her on these things called arms

Walks on these things called legs

She is fascinated

 

She is frightened

They scare her

These things called humans

They do terrible things

They kill

They steal

They take

They destroy

They force their hand

What is not theirs soon will be

She is fascinated

 

How intelligent they are

How intelligent they seem to be

They create wonders like these things called forks

These things called swords

These things called lies

She is fascinated

 

But not in love

 

It is too terrifying

Too jarring

Oh how she is cursed

To be given three days,

 

Three nights,

 

To fall in love with this marble beauty

But how can she

She is fascinated

 

She is condemned

 

That bargain that cannot be reversed

He is from the dirt of the earth

Sifting and covering and caking

Not the precious stone he seemed to be

She is fascinated

And that is all that is left of her

 

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