A Secret Beyong Aesthetics
She moseyed gracelessly as she pondered her worth,
Whether she was a sac of gold
Or a pile of feathers,
When suddenly it fell from the sky,
A dark, dismally glowing ember from some strange new heaven she knew not of.
Not sure if she should touch it she simply stared.
What was this foreign marvel?
The longer she remained fixated she saw that this ember was hiding something in its shadows.
There was something else to this enchanting glow.
Concentrating harder she realized what really lay beyond.
Reeling screams,
Haunting faces,
Tortuous clawing hands,
An entire universe of loathsome misery rested here.
Behind this little ember,
Behind this alluring glow,
A world of despair behind this one, loan beauty.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Mar 01, 2008.
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