Darkest Beauty

The Darkest Beauty has always wept deep inside
She never felt she must not hide.
Allergic to love in the air
But the loneliness she can no longer bare.
A beast in a cage and nothing more
There is nothing left but a lonesome old whore.
She cries at night full of shame
There hasn't been anyone there to blame.
The death of the beauty is near at hand
The hourglass will soon be out of sand.
The darkness fills her heart with grave fear
Such a tender child and ever so dear.
Closing her eyes for the final embrace
There is warmth in an unfamiliar place.
A fire without kindling is sure to burn out
But a gentle breeze will ignite a roar, there is no doubt.
Once a stranger and now the savior
She expects nothing more than cruel behavior.
Gently healing her tender heart
She finally can see the storm start to part.
"No one can love the darkness" she was told
"you will die alone and old."
Tender and loving he carries her out
Of the dark she thought she couldn't live without.
Softly and gently his love will caress
Until he restores the light and both shall be blessed.

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