The Gold Peach

The words on the frame shone in the dark.
They read: 99.9% gold.

Darkness fell through my windows;
moonlight shone upon the shelf.

Inside was a world of spirits and souls.

The monkey outside lived in the peach,
staring at me with curious eyes.

This monkey was covered with golden glitter,
eating a ripe peach.

It was resting on the wooden frame.
There it lies forever.

Made especially for me.