Ode to Barbie

In a realm of plastic, pale and fair,
There dwells a doll with vacant stare,
Her visage smooth, her form refined,
Yet melancholy veils her mind.

A simulacrum, void of soul,
A vessel crafted to extol,
Perfection's guise, a siren's call,
But hollow depths behind it all.

Those lifeless eyes, a painted guise,
Conceal the truth that darkness lies,
Within her heart, a void so vast,
An echo of a future past.

Oh, Barbie, cursed by thy design,
A captive to a world malign,
Forever trapped in beauty's snare,
The poet’s pen weeps for your despair.

Plastic prison, gilded cage,
A tragic tale of modern age,
A puppet danced by unseen hands,
The poet laments, your fate he understands.

So let us mourn this wretched plight,
A Gothic ode to endless night,
For Barbie fair, a mournful plea,
In the poet’s embrace, finds sympathy.

As imagined by AI in the style of Edgar Allan Poe. Go see the movie, it is infinitely better.