The necklace

I saw it through store glasses.
How amazing it was looking.
It's light was dazzling all around.
The color of its set was majestic.
It was left alone on the stand.
But it's price tag was zero dollars.

It was a nice jewelled necklace,
Presented in the ladies store.
It was left on the stand alone,
Because it was left on its own.
The buyers had not attention,
But thieves and larcenies.

How shameful it was yet, disguised.
The world kept cheering on it,
But the doom was really closer.
For the norms of truth were broken,
And chains of faithfulness were lost.
The jeweller tears were at the peak,
For one his masterpieces had fallen.

It took him lifetime working to get ready,    
Learning all technical skills of jewellers.
It cost her nine months carefully working,
On the very detailed set of its composition.
They both sacrificed their possession to apply
Final touches on that necklaces for 18 years.
Then it was ready, waiting for the worthy one.

The following day it had its first sip of liberty,
and the days of heavy clouds was at go.
It went further into self exposition, all alone.
Larcenies hovered up until one stole it's trust.
Poor masterpiece believed the masked robber,
Who late took its worthiness and pride.

At the Point of return, glory vanished.
the light had not the same dazzling.
The colors started to grow pale and grey.
The price tag fell like a stone on cliff.
The princes has no more interest in it.
Only broken fallen noble sons kept its hails,
For the royal carpet marked it unworthy.

Alas, said the set of jewellers, who made it.
They cried over thousands of their necklaces.
Which failed to pass their early twenties.
For the world cheered on them only to fool
Their understanding and forget that there is
A long way to go from girlhood to womanhood.

Alone in the darkness of defeat and despair.
In the nakedness of shame and self oppression.
Sitting on the throne of deep depression.
I saw a king come across and stood about.
He stretched his hand and hold the necklace.
the dust of wreck flied away as He blowed on it.

He anointed it with his holy divine oils.
He placed it on the gold stand in center.
He changed its price tag to priceless.
He gave one regulation not to be broken again.
He ordered it not to leave the stand anymore.
He promised to look for the worthy prince for it.

By the time I saw it through store glasses.
How amazing it was looking better than before.
It's light was dazzling all around the stand.
The color of its set was majestic and glorious.
It was left alone on the stand in center.
And it's price tag was a royal marriage.