Madness

A scarred, ugly face, Beady eyes-

Glittering with desolate desperation

A torn dress- the colour of melancholia- drags itself

As she speaks to the creatures on the wall

A sudden change in the eyes,

She runs across the ruined room

Finds what she was searching for-

The blue box of red rubies.

Storms settle, as she clutches them close

Fondly, carefully caressing the stones.

A sudden scowl on the face

And quietude mates with hysteria,

Haunted by a memory, she screams,

Screams as madness beckons her again.

The only portrait on the wall,

A striking woman in a scarlet dress

Breeding in her stance, rubies on her neck

A manicured mannequin of perfection

With a composure that flawlessly belies-

The madness that lay inside