~.~

I own it all. Opals and diamonds
Gold, rubies, emeralds and crystal balls.
A room full of pearls and pearly things;
I own so many rings
I need more fingers than I have to wear them all.
Stole these things, I did; from friend and foe
And then I hid them all
In a dark cave, cold and damp
Where only my insipid, twisted conscience
Can reach.
And I thought as I stole that I was stealing peace
For myself, and I did.
But these things are tricksy,
For they changed meaning
Brought me not peace, but guilt, for stealing.

~.~