The Beauty Of Eve

She sat quietly sublime
The calm before the storm
Knowing
She'd soon be forgotten
In the turning of a clock
Time, was not on her side
Like Cinderella
At midnight
She'd be gone
Returned
To the dusty cobwebs
Of yesterday
But for one moment
She was it
Her moment of glory
Had arrived
She was the belle of the ball
The one, and all
This was her day
And as she pondered
On her brief existence
She decided
To live for this day
Always the bridesmaid
As the dusty light
Of midnight loomed
She would enjoy herself
And let her heart
Ripple in the haze
Of the beauty of her day

by Jemia