O pretty lass stuck to a screen, you twirl and shimmer, dance and strut, like a rainbow dream. O how pretty you must look to eyes that can’t see. You dance wild in the valley of the blind and you prance free, hoping to catch the glint of the one-eyed king. Surely, in your bright reds, he must see the broken shards of your bleeding heart. And in your bright yellows, he must see the pearly crusts of your oozing heart. Surely in your bright oranges he must see, the seething rivers of your caged heart. And in the dark blues, he must see, the frozen breaths of your choking heart.
Ah, yes the one-eyed king did briefly see, 'neath the oozing, burning, weeping, and choking, lay his beguiling crystalline beauty queen. The news arrived early this morning - the one-eyed king now fully blind, shall be crowned ruler of all lands stretching out as far as eyes can’t see. Glory! to the twice born king! Glory! to the twice born king! The blind king clutched his crown tight to his head as it swelled with pride. Excitedly, he reached over to grasp her in glee. A trickle of warm blood on a finger and a puddle of glass memories now lay pretty, under a halo crown, that once adorned the Kaleidoscope Queen!
