And when the fog dissipated
I saw my reflection, devastated.
Who I thought I was, was all smoke and mirrors.
While she attempts to rise
above the injustice,
He merely gets a rise:
An inverted justice – it applies to everyone,
just [not] us.
She persisted –
Thus is the law of our land.
He cloaked her in gold,
For all to behold.
Little knowing that silver remained underneath
If he only took the time to chisel beneath
She, too, remained unaware
Desperately hoping to earn a stare
Of meaning from him.
Standing for all to see, whispering the hymn:
“all that glitters is not gold.”
His only jewelry is silver.
A locket he keeps close
to his heart,
While her armor of gold only
tore them apart.