She Lay Upon A Bed Of Gold Poem by alan brown

She lay upon a bed of gold
with pillows of silken thread
So that her beauty would unfold
by morning time they said.

Her sleep was deep and calming
her skin so light and fair
Just like the golden colour
of her moonlit hair

Her lips were so appealing
so pink and moist with dew
But deep in this beauties heart
were thing we never knew
.
Her past was full of dangers
her future full of pain
Would I ever be able to love this girl
and should I ask her name.

I waited until morning
when the Sun had spread its rays
Across this little angle
lighting up her beautiful face

But then things did astound me
as I watched her lie in pain
As the wax that made her features
was starting to melt again.

Her eyelids fell upon her cheek
her hair did just the same
Was this beauty that i'd created
never to rise again.

I watched in vain as her beauty
fell right off the bed
And at that very moment I decided
To sculpt a man instead