She’s created a monster.
The mirror cracks are visible now,
Cloaking the entity once humble, behind.
She has thee wrapped around her finger,
Pompous rides, all hail thy flamboyance.
Do you not see the clouds over the rainbow?
She honours thee fairest of all,
An invisible crown you carry.
Entranced in her world.
She will leave thee shattered to pieces.
Scattered far and wide,
Grace to grass, as you dig your grave.