My Blighted Crown
(TW). Would appreciate feedback on the pacing/syllables. This is only like my 2nd poem and Ive never been a creative soul. Thanks.
forged in the heart of stars
designed by mighty Mars
in His divine image
or so say the village
flayed bare while fires hot
know oneself I shall not
woe bade me by that knife
bear the scars for my life
unmade by those whose love
knew more than He above
ward from ill I would not get
maiden's gaze lest be upset
don't dare complain
is the refrain
best pure and frail than late
why have say in your fate
every smile brings pain
quite hard to explain
punished for pleasure
the harshest measure
won't find relief
source of my grief
my body but your choice
leave myself with no voice
left nought but one option
the final concoction
may you cast your dry eyes down
and behold my blighted crown