Wednesday, January 25, 2012

She was cold, and perfect

Her name was Maria
And she stood there
Staring out in space
For the world given to her
Was beyond her embrace
She was bright and talented
But cold to the touch
With a heart of cold forged steel
She never experienced a taste
Of the world she was born
Of the world her creator made
She was created
For a purpose
Beyond the reach of fate