Beauty's Betrayal by Mike Williams 10/26/2016 @ 12:51 P.M.

I gave my heart so long ago, 
To a muse I did not know. 
A dalliance to dream a dreamer's dream, 
To peer past the veil of things unseen. 

And beauty filled my deep desire, 
Whose frame my heart did aspire. 
And through her ranks I arose and fell, 
Cursing that muse I knew not well. 

For beauty is ever and always fleeting, 
And fades away while the heart's still beating. 
Her promises are all indeed a lie, 
For thus men live and thus men die. 

She offers not a hope nor immortality, 
And cruely vexes truth in reality. 
At her back is a hoary head, 
Slack skin and brittle bone kept at bed. 

Her time is short and vision false, 
In late hours spoon-feeds a bitter sauce. 
For she comes and too quickly goes, 
Beauty's muse no one longly knows.