Prisoner of cupola

A beautiful dame of uncertain fame

been captured, gold-cuffed in a solitary loft

Each day she cries, asks Almighty why

is the fate of late has venom and hate

a family of meagre means, happily ate beans

content in that simple existence, mutual assistance

forgotten denizen of a small town,

plain cloth worn without any frowns,

what have I done, what could be done

to remove the curse, bring life back in verse

bad omens reverse, an ordinary universe

Answer to that is No, when rich and powerful

set eyes on beautiful, lilies in a dirty pond,

who won’t abscond, will not bond,

to dirty money, shores darkly sunny,

refuse to become their beautiful bunny,

they are captured and killed, or willed

as such, thrown money and much

to lure in a lie, deceit and wry

smirks, bodies bought, souls, thoughts,

left behind in simple family homes,

and most beautiful, innocent

girls left crying in grand domes

their destiny is all but sealed, truth revealed

there is no God for the poor, no justice for the weak

world full of death of dreams, screams, crushed squeak

of gold adorned, silk worn, gorgeous dames

locked in a cupola to match their fate and fame

all days still glitter but all are the same

until that moment, a smile returned and death came