Thorn-king

You saw her on that train and you'd swear she didn't have A speck of dirt on that Little white dress Not that you were paying much mind To that striking, little white dress On her pale petite frame Because her eyes were The most vibrant Opals you'd seen And For certain Those scratches that Decorated her face were An odd sight, most definitely But you were gazing into those Eyes that I'd mentioned before, the opals As I'd called them, for certainly They bore luster comparable to a gem She rides that train every day, you know, should you like to see them again