The Golden Ball.
Do you see me shine one last time as I tumble out of your fingers and into the pond so cold.
I see the light grow dimmer and the sky around me fades.
Your warmth hands that grasp around me caressing my smooth finish. Your loving voice and sweet face in frozen horror as I slipped and sunk they are anchored forever in my mind.
This quiet pond surrounds me.
Murky things weave and swim pass me.
Should I loss my shine and loveliness would her majesty still want me?
Woe! Endless waiting befalls me.
Her glorious face slowly eludes me.
As I fade. As I fade.