Eyes flicker over

see luscious hair and

glimmering orbs like a clover

he bows to kiss a lady’s hand

invisible halo floating above his head

he tells a joke, the admirers correspondingly grin

it is astounding that he is still unwed

he is perfection’s twin

later, he returns home

a man awaits in his bed

sitting in the emptiness and gloam

and barely spares a glance at the pretty little head

he knows the truth of the matter

the flaws and cracks that run deep

the glass mask will shatter

when he arrives home to his keep