Born into privilege
And royalty
Beauty was admired and loved by many
She would hypnotize young men
With her loveliness and appearance
Becoming the symbol of their idolatry
Falling in love with her through their naïve eyes
Her complexion, an ivory white
Hair soft as silk flowing down her back in tresses
Eyes blue as the sea

Stories of Beauty
Circulated around the world
Men and women came to see
This girl who made the exquisite appearance
Of a rose pale against her looks

Beauty loved the attention
And lavished gifts were given to her
Anything she desired was at her disposal
But the one thing she dreaded most was upon her

Beauty feared things
Aging
For wrinkles to form
And her looks to wither away
For admirers to shrink away at her ugliness
The Truth:
She was beautiful and
All she possessed were her looks
The Deadly Sin of Vanity visited her daily

Beauty would spend hours in front of the mirror
Admiring her looks and her body
Perfection’s work at Its best
Looks to desire
Looks to envy

One day while admiring herself in the mirror
Vanity approached her
Beauty’s oldest and dearest friend
Friend, she was the only one who
Knew of Beauty’s fear of Aging

People loved Vanity
Her beauty was also well known
But was second to Beauty
Jealousy burned inside Vanity
Eating away at the beauty inside of her
Until she was hollow
Her beauty only living on the outside
Vanity vowed to rid Beauty of her loveliness

Vanity told Beauty that she should seek
Father Time
Beauty then quickly traveled to The Sands of Time
Seeking Father Time’s aid
Beauty found him there at the gates to the city
Waiting for her
Father Time told her:

“Woe to the one
Who bows and worships at the altar of Beauty
Because Heartache, Tears, and Jealousy are the only ones you will find
Your desire to admire
Must end.
You shall never gaze into a mirror again.”

Mirrors were expelled from her house
And banned from her town
But one survived that Vanity tucked away for safe keeping

Years passed
Men and woman
Admired Beauty
And Age never paid her a visit
But Vanity still visited

The desire to admire
Never left Beauty
It just grew and tempted her inside
Until one day she took the mirror out…
Just for a peek
Her refection beamed back at her
And before her eyes her reflection began to age
Beauty screamed as she dropped the mirror
Herself and the mirror hitting the floor
And shattering like glass