Shards of Broken Beauty
Yes, but of course I am still considered a beauty. What with all my 'classic' Black features and the arrogant air most people, those fools, consider despicable. But for the hair, my golden hair. Once, it was so living, but now touched by frost, and with the freezing fingers of winter. Once, I was a living, scarlet vivacity, a whole and living beauty. But now, the colour of passion is merely a memory.
Yes, but of course I am still considered a beauty. What with all my 'classic' Black features and the arrogant air most people, those fools, consider despicable. But for the hair, my golden hair. Once, it was so living, but now touched by frost, and with the freezing fingers of winter. Once, I was a living, scarlet vivacity, a whole and living beauty. But now, the colour of passion is merely a memory.