Blanche, Alone In The White Woods

Blanche
you beautiful
and precious
relic,
holding on
to those notions
of chivalry
that once were
the rule
or so we are told.
your gentle heart
is too fragile
to live in these days.
illusion builds into
a perfect wall
against reality
until the two
are intertwined
into one seamless
story that has to be true.
it has to, doesn't it?
you bleed inside your mind
as she cannot resist him
and you drive him
to those acts
in the end,
when all reason
will be severed from you.
alone in some room
far from the world outside
your mind must be
such a beautiful place
to be now.