Fable of Beauty

What describes her best? Behind black eyelashes

Never at rest, batting in her Beauty-sleep

Dreaming, of dark things circling the grey sky,

Round midnight’s house seems disturbed, in unrest.

Yet within, she is sleeping blessed, in her

Soft heart, on whose bank, an angel lies musing.

“Things are themselves, but you’re a mystery

To me,” She sighs, “to look in Beauty’s eyes, sees

Beautiful night, an angel on her knees, loses her

Sight, when your eyes close, out goes the light.”

The angel departs, “Find your happiness, dear,”

A blink, and Beauty’s eyes open, once again lonesome.