Beauty –
Such a blessed curse,
One that she had borne since her birth.
The damned maiden with the eyes of fire;
The lass who filled men's hearts with desire.
Loved by all was this poor virgin,
All but oblivious to her burden.
In her asylum, where she should have been safe,
She caught the wrong eye – She met her fate.
Enraged was the one meant to be her protector.
A monster she became, twisted and infected.
Her curse washed away, yet stronger than before;
The beauty, the maiden: she was no more.
The serpent brought in by the power of the sea,
All that remained in her sanctuary.
To a distant land she fled, she hid;
Unable to return to the place she once lived.
There she remained, her unyielding gaze ever fixed
On those who came, oblivious to her tricks.
Like statues they stood, forever like stone,
Filling the emptiness of her new home.
Then one day, a saviour ultimately came –
With one fell swoop, he took away her pain
Now her body lies headless and forgotten.
As her soul finally rests in the fields of cotton.