- Vol. 05
- Chapter 08
I was a wooden touch-me-not But it only drew the lovelorn, The flightless, night’s remnants Cursed with coins to spare.
Then they fashioned me into A bronze see-no-evil, my cage Worth a king’s ransom, cast In silver. Only the homeless came.
Until they poured molten gold, And I was drenched like god. My heart quickened, almost human, Seeing them flock like black birds.