Beauty

Sweet cherub-ed Cupid was but a subservient to her wishes

Lovers were a plenty, so were the gifts showered upon her

Lovelorn and love lost were they, enchanted by an ethereal beauty

Oh her, men were lost, for they came in numbers more

At night she reigned, a queen, an Aphrodite come forth

By day she groomed, Vanity her companion constant

Her heart an icy cold, raged with the fire of passion

A goddess she was not, immortality not her suit

And an end must be, the permanent outcome

Beauty was she, but Vanity was her fall. 

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