Gilded Box

 When locked inside
My pretty box
All wrapped in gilded gold

A place of hidden nightmares
Tell a tale
Of treasures to behold

Priceless artwork masterpiece
Stained upon
The finest paynes of glass

Only the most lovely shades
For which
The sun to pass

My pretty box
My shiny gilded prison
I wither
within mid-day flame

I pray to thee,mistress night
I pray to thee
Please keep me sane

And when at last my mistress comes
She will wrap herself
Around my soul

I dream of nights
That taste of life
When the moon grows full

Perhaps my heart
Shall drift away free
Upon an owl's silken wing

Perhaps once more
I'll chase the sun
For then my heart shall sing