beauty lives in your skin
those eyes relfect galaxies
those freckles are art
the way you move in enchanting
a fae amongst mortals
wings spread
the magic seeps into the day
the mourning devours the night
beauty is in your mind
enamored with ideas
romanticizing the worst
hoping for the best
naive to reality
unsure of the needs
too shallow to see past
the night turns frigid
she waves across a stream
the beacon of truth
you think she's holy
you're being lied to
down the rabbit hole
up the lake
into the lions den
unbeknownst to the traveler
you use it freely
words like quicksand
you fall into it
they see you lie
he doesn't know he lies
they do not bleed truth
it tears apart the bonds
it hardens once soft hearts
is any of it real
are the faes playing their tricks
is the moon a traitor
did the night sky show you a false entity
daylight strikes without mercy
she appears again
she doesn't wave
you've fallen into the scheme
