the castle rose over time
harsh sunlight filtered through its clear, crystal structures,
beaming down soft patterns
shielding her
its walls were transparent,
keeping her safe yet free
it grew higher and more intricate
with her laughter
a masterwork
her soul twirled and sung beneath its arms
embraced by its soft nightly glow,
cradling her
crystal spires caught her dreams as she slept
gently awakening her with orange outlines
and softened breezes ringing through her palace like a morning chime
but her dancing lost sync with its spinning pieces
as she missed thorny concrete
so she stopped twirling beneath it
the most ornate pieces were the first to melt
angered, she built a huge fire on its altar
its walls began to loose definition
great vaulted rooms collapsed
as she stoked the fires
unceasingly
corner turrets were the last to melt
she remained until it became a vast pool of water
then left without whetting her feet
revealing the illusion of it all
