Brilliant jewels,
Sculpted to be,
Links in a chain,
To ensnare me.
Though brilliant,
Where encircled,
The heart,
It’s rotted it,
Decaying it,
Sickening to see.

Peer closely,
Amongst the jewels,
Silver lock,
Cooly cruel.
There’s a key,
In the shape,
Of a cross,
All isn’t lost
He paid the cost.
Let Him rule.
            dfav 9/19/16

—Donna