Andrea, you always bring such lushness to your writes. Everything flows like smooth silk. This is just beautiful -

Powerful, sad write.

Em

The title got me interested but the read itself had a whole new meaning.

Forever born a flamboyant child
under a May morning with crystal eyes,

^^A dark title yet this poem starts with heart warming lines. It gives a fairy like image of a child.

through the years knuckles became
swollen, dirty.

^^Here it just turns everything around. I got an impression that this child had to fight to stay alive from "bullies" from the dangers nearing her.

Devastation encrypted novels-

^^I like this line and for some reason it stood out for me as it reminded me about the DaVinci Code. Yet in this instance there is a much more weighty sadness rather then a mystery one.

Condemning my spirited youth
with pockets full of mystical
nothings, empty dreams-

^^It just gets darker and more sadder. Like a weight that is within yet unseen by others. Just one thing, this line: with pockets full of mystical nothings, empty dreams-I feel there should be an added word for eg mystical nothings and empty dreams. Not sure if its just me but it just so abrupt without a word between; perhaps dots could do the work too for it leaves the reader to wonder between mystical nothings and empty dreams.

I stand vigil to death,
a Gargoyle in the night
of a shadowy dream....

^^Now I like this ending for it gives a clear cut picture of the title and the very meaning of it...nicely penned Andrea.