Art (Sign of the Times)

I once saw a girl
With alabaster skin
And obsidian eyes.
And she spoke to me.
And she spoke with me.
She told me of a far off land.
She spoke to me of troubles,
and turmoil. She conversed about
the situation of her conception,
and the times.She told me all about
her far off land, and her distant time.
 I looked at her further under the
halogen bulbs. I stood there contemplating,
this girl with the alabaster skin and obsidian eyes.
I noticed the smoothness of her skin,
the veins of her marbled pedestal.
I just stood there contemplating.
Slowly, I turned and walked
down the endless hall
to the untold forgotten ages.