Benevolent deep eyes
baring my tattered inside
Through the sheer.

Journeys inside the deepest mountains
Arduous lone sojourns
That a starry eyed
Child absorbs in awe, of this king

The stories leave a tightly shut casket
In a mist of deep blue
engulfs
Shocking her innocence
Seductively
What is to be lost
But the torn insides
Of a soul falling between  desert sand