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Beauty and Malice
Calling into the silence,
Her voice pierced the void,
Cold and strong like the winter wind,
Her eyes dark and liquored from betrayal and mistrust,
Her mouth, pursed and stitched into a permanent snarl,
Her raven hair, pulled back into a swaying grace of old tradition,
Her pose in the air, frail and limp as the rose in her hand,
Such beauty and malice in one being,
Am I attracted by beauty or malice?
Her voice pierced the void,
Cold and strong like the winter wind,
Her eyes dark and liquored from betrayal and mistrust,
Her mouth, pursed and stitched into a permanent snarl,
Her raven hair, pulled back into a swaying grace of old tradition,
Her pose in the air, frail and limp as the rose in her hand,
Such beauty and malice in one being,
Am I attracted by beauty or malice?
Published 10th Oct 2012
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10th Oct 2012 6:12pm
Your poem is very intriguing. I know many that fall under the character you describe.
I love it!
I love it!
