Glitter.

Glitter, you shine
Mirror our righteous shrine
You've abstracted my children
generations, generations, generations
You profess, turning unsavory with the black
and black being actuality.

How much would you lie?
glistening and flaring
does he know you're inanimate?
you would tell him, today, tomorrow
when the lucency of his circle brightened by you
shrinks away now, shrinks away ever.

And then he won't curse,
no blames no despondency
because by then he would be you
slothful, and on the other side
modishly being the fundamental of corrosion
an idol of the demoniac, adorned with our awe.

Glitter! my pretty glitter
you may make us marvel, dream
chack chack chack
But I realized you, the reflection
A monster in doll's finery
What are you? but a fleck.