The Jeweller

A young man darkened here today,
With sadness of the years he’d not.
An order made before, in May,
When news, and love, were yet to break.

Flashes! Glints! The sparkles sicken.
A withered rose is lost at sea:
With circles made for fake men’s fingers;
With cheating, hopeful brides to be.

Tainted symbol on display,
Bought in love. But that was May.
Appearing pure. In Love! In Hope!
but hiding pure complete despair

A single ring was all he took:
A circle; “everlasting life”.
But two were made to be together,
In the past, his future wife.

Now what to do with what he left?
Both were bought, just one was kept.
Now none should bear it, none should wear it,
None should hold it close to them.

Hollow. Dead. A fractured shell.
A missing piece. A hole in whole.
A life destroyed. One left in hell.
Sole. Magnetic Monopole.