For her porcelain skin, she has such strong features;
Though she fits right in with each of his creatures.
She was at the start of his charm, his sweet luring patience;
Finding solace beside other pretty faces.

Too gracefully kept, his minagerie;
Made of glass those figures would be.
He'll take careful time, paying attention,
To each detail in them, manifesting affection.

She remembers the first immaculate moppet,
Who cursed her into the afflicted puppet.
He's employed her endearment on many occasion,
When the former discounted for his blaring mispassion.

Never to win his true favor, would she;
As countless nights he'd have turned the key.
So imminent was their coalescence,
For when it occured it was in illicit intention.

Marred was the refuge of their clear masquarade.
The glass shelving grew dusty, her memories fade.
The judgement was made on their false alliance,
Belonging to the steadfast bandit's reliance.

Desires run deep in veins torn with care,
Their mold was alloyed with temptation in flair.
His possession fostered the growing frustration;
Eventually all yerned for new creation.