She was a numinous beauty of eclectic ideals, body tall and slender, skin pale and smooth. She was…… My work of art She was everything a fool could want for but She was hard and unfeeling her body marble cold She was held aloft, aloof from this world Her eyes vacuous, vapid, and gray. But I liked her that way She was My perfect perfidy, My big ******* to the gods She made me a faithless man as I lost sight of all but her
This is a poem I wrote for english class. It wasn't originally supposed to be related to anything in particular, but as I was writing it, it grew to allude to the story of pygmalion and galatea, a greek myth.