Beauty The Beast.

Beside supple shadows of grey
I see it quiver like the dryness of a leaf
Something time took away
Almost engraved.

Do you see,
Those surly moments
Gone by..
Like wind through the falling brisk bubble
Failing to enhance its mortality

If poised and poisoned was a duty
Its mistress would step aside
For thee.

Submissing those pearls of smooth thinking
Like the curl of your most yielding lip
Not once they utter
How bereft, living seems to have left innit?

Along lines of clairvoyance
Almost frozen dirt
on the rusting lil brain
Forgotten to be put to thought.

Imitating beauty midst thunderous point
Pitiful state
Very less, void and un – divine.

Dirty games
You,
Play the youth.
Pretty, poised and poisoned through time.

Cursed you shall be for beauty is what you choose to keep.

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He sang songs of her wafting sensuality.
Of her coated layers of undoubted and praiseworthy benevolence
and her reflection of timeless beauty.
Sitting pretty was her best.
Till he saw beyond that in someone else.