Poem & Photo by Araiya Shah ’20
Found in a pocket of the night, hidden,
Lies a shadowed malevolent kingdom.
Few could deny its grandeur, its glitter
But none could recognize its putrid rot.
Empty hollows with glassy eyes play cards
And in the vacant glee, iron fangs glint.
As such is his action those can’t help glint
His deeds, though extending, mask plots hidden.
He deals gossamer thread, the knave of cards,
Yet naïve remain suits of the kingdom.
The dealer’s deceits reveal no rot;
He enters players buying his glitter.
None heed the eyes with the purple glitter.
Amongst the dark of the roses they glint.
Quietest of all, bearing her own rot
Of which none know, so she keeps it hidden.
One drunk on diamonds commands her kingdom
Still she bides, readying her deck of cards.
Heir to the throne as if told by the cards,
He storms under skies of yellow glitter.
In her palace, she sees all the kingdom
But eyes only the dagger’s silver glint.
Masked, she saunters down the pathway hidden
And slowly unchains herself from her rot.
Her smile stretches at his soon-to-be rot
As she reveals from where she was hidden.
He falters – they never told this, the cards.
All fail to notice the evil within her glitter,
But now it shows like gold in spades, its glint.
His last screams like warnings through the kingdom.
Indeed, she must take over this kingdom.
King of all hearts but hers, his riches rot
Still she bides, teeth concealed without a glint.
Her deck is full of aces and wild cards,
And her smile is contrived, made of glitter.
Her plot will unfurl, but now stays hidden.
Cunning kingdom subjects sit and play cards,
The rot of their souls disguised as glitter.
A place of glint, dark is always hidden.