Ragne's Abyss

07

My hair, with its sheep coils 

Submerged in dark oils

Never to unravel, in its threatening form

Protecting itself from ivory storms

My crown, never to be shaken

My skin, mimicked by surroundings mirrors

Used by lands beyond my own 

Soil I had never known

My nose, oh my nose

Tainted by the tongue and thrown to the ground

Oh, how my nose stirs more anger than my crown

My life, bits and pieces torn off for use

Used only when needed, never fully worn

Like a half-top, still showing some skin

My hair, my crown, my skin, my nose.

Used only when needed, never fully worn.