Brooches decorate though not flatter,
Even less than the krone.
Tossed away broken no chooser to single me out,
Used as beech my heart taken by a rook.
Heartbreak comes as no shocker,
By those settled up on the knobs.
The core of my existence shattered,
No hero but in a story book that neither cheers nor saves.
Head bows as the censer is prepared,
No screen for protection as my soul suffers.
Shell de Toni 