Madame

I am Madame Mephistophila
Tenacious, repacious…Envious and vain
I hide behind my iron mask
To hide this cherub pain

Her limbs are crested gold and red
Regal and secure
They lash about like shrapnel birds
Intent on being heard

She hides between two crevices
One stone and one of blood
She’ll offer you a heart of gold
And fill your mouth with mud

So wary well and tarry there
Within your crystal shell
Hands of aid mean nothing here…

She’ll drag you down to Hell.

She is Madame Mephistophila
Tenacious, repacious…Envious and vain
She’s kept behind a selfish mask
To hide such beautiful pain

~November 18, 2002~