The Me Trapped in a Stained Glass Window

 

How can one such as You

who knows no boundaries

recognize and effigy

that looks nothing like me?

Her eyes filled with the sun's rays

and mine filled with the moon's shadows.

Her curly hair fits so nicely around her face

You could hardly tell it was a wig

my parents had prepared.

Her in a cotton candy dress

with a bundle of flowers at her side

and me with my sword

dressed perfectly for war.

And look how proud she is

like she is the star of the story

she shows no signs of scorn

that comes with age and knowledge and duty.

And that smile,

how happy she is knowing of such a gruesome fate

as if dying while still innocent

could never please her more.

How happy she is

to die upon the wooden cross

and follow Destiny's demands

so that they can live happily ever after

even as we suffer in eternal misery.