Beauty Queen

Beauty is a most dangerous and clever distraction.
It pretends to know not it exists.
And to it, so captivated by its power,
we cling desperately on.

How can a look be so formidable,
yet so fragile is the heart that perceives?
Why is there but narrow escape from vanity’s wake
when it is known fact that beauty does flee?

Why can the mind not bear shield?
It grows blind to such ill deceit-
in less time than to realize the fall
even after decent has commenced.

A criminal mastermind has beauty become,
for she plays so precisely on her looks,
no crook could do it better; she never even hides
and that, my friends, is why she has already won.


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