Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Streetcorner Symphony's Poems ❯ Cheshire Touch ( Chapter 9 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Cheshire Touch
 
A figure like that of a maple's sapling
And the smile of Alice in Wonderland's Cheshire cat
The only voice of daggers I know
Taking charge of all that surrounds her.
 
A heart of rusted steel
You will shrink away like a beaten dog
Hair as fine as silk and the color of the sun
A witch resides in this body of brick and clay.
 
Yet, when we need her most
She has a touch as soft as satin
And a voice as smooth as velvet
Melting away the worst of our fears.
 
For all that she is,
And all that she can be,
We would be nothing
But smoldering ashes without her.