She looked like a scultpture made out of gold
For her skin shone that bright
And as valuable and exquisite as she looked
Poor creature
Stayed just that
A sculpture and nothing more.

When she tried to speak
Nothing came out.
Or did something?
She couldn't hear
She would never know.

The mystery of her solitary life haunted her.
Thoughts, she had no one to share with
They remained just that, thoughts and nothing more.

No prince could rescue her
No kiss could save her
She came from no fairy tale
Else we'd find the witch that cursed her.
What became of her, we'd never know.
Not everything is 'happily ever after'.