Beauty lies in the extremes,
In the desert rain and the morning sleep.
In those that seek the worst and best,
The sycophants and tyrants.
Oh to be so beautiful,
That the world bows in horror.
And watches in terror wordlessly,
As I reign supreme endlessly.
To be so divine, a god ungodly,
My beauty hiding all the treachery,
Of blood, trailing behind me.
Red accents to compliment thee.
I wish to have as many eyes,
To stare back at the gazing suns,
And fly on every wing I stole,
From the legions who fell to my sword.
And maybe then I will see,
True beauty within me.
As the world watches wordlessly,
At the miracle that is me.
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PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
