"The Three Gems"

A ruby, a sapphire, 
my pale Akoya pearl.
Three gems in a row,
each one for a girl...

This ruby, my crimson,
the one to come first
Flowing, like cold rain,
strong as blood thirsts

Running in my mind,
sleak as blood flows.
Growing, like the pain,
from crimson she holds

Too far gone she is now
from my warming arms.
Closer to a colder grave;
Earth to which we're born

The second, not another,
cold as life's September,
bold as her darkened aura,
yet still to be remembered

Secrets once kept hidden
now marred upon her face;
The asterism of her eyes,
gone, nothing in its place

This steely gaze of love,
the one I've only known,
stolen by the new world
into which she's grown

My pearl, her world,
unpure as is her stone.
The third life yet to come,
though set aside alone

For nothing is sure,
cleanliness a Godly dream.
For nothing is pure,
not a child, as it seems.

Innocence, in a sense,
tainted like her, the pearl.
Stained in the same blood
drawn by a crimson girl

A ruby, a sapphire,
this dark Akoya pearl.
Three gems in a row,
each one, the same girl.

(Inspired by and dedicated to my friend Destiny.)