Remember her, old friend?
She was...hideous,
You think she was ugly,
oh no, far from it.
She was the fairest,
Her lavishing sable hair,
Her viridian eyes,
Her glamorous smile,
Her soft-hued skin,
Her delicately slender body,
Her dazzling manners,
Her ever so warm demeanor,
Her moves,
Fluid, graceful, focused,
Capturing the essence of the music,
with her mesmerizing artistry.
She was indeed perfect,
Unique, as no one could be as elegant,
Charming, for no one, was as lovely.
Beguile...as no one was as rotten.
What she was, my old friend,
Was an empty vessel,
the soul of which had perished,
mortified by its actions.
For all she ever wanted was approval,
so what she did was put on a mask,
losing herself in the process,
becoming a ghost of her formal self.
I am personally very proud with how this one turned out. People have told me that it reminds them of the main heroine of the movie the "Black Swan".