Arcadia Series: Maiden of Doom (Arcadia Series)

Her face in repose is grave and thoughtful Hid by mechanical apparatus. Still she lives in a grim state That displaces and loses the mind.

Her idle world invites transformation; Memories morph into Arcadia. Time corrodes And destroys innocence.

A longing for company Has her covet the mortal. To mechanise, To hand-make a hand maidens land.

Hoarding scrap and metal junk She peels back flesh from bare limbs, Piled at her feet A new bionic memento.