Porcelain doll of exquisite beauty, carved from a master's hand. Glazed and polished in a mystic hearth, of ordinary dirt and sand. Emerald eyes of the deepest green, and lips of ruby red, a chain of pearls and precious gold, a tiara for your head. Angelic smile of rapturous beauty, what is it that you see? Veiled and hidden, the longing for a forgotten dynasty? Beguiling doll of seductive beauty, passion and ecstasy, why am I drawn into your world, is that my prophecy? Or have you seen too many broken dreams to wish one of your own? How cruel of you to tempt this fool into wanting to take you home.
