Her beauty was far beyond compare
Yet she looked down on others without a care
Her inner soul was marked with such dirt
That no outward attempt could hide it’s black mark
So no matter how beautiful she was on the surface
In everyone's eyes she was horrid and grotesque
They feared her more though than anything else
For to hold onto her beauty, to hide the ugly truth
She bathed quite regularly
In the blood of the youth
© Copyright E.F. Rose 4.9.13
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