Beholder

Written by: Ugo Anaele

Beauty, I come to thee. Not to adjudicate, But more to annunciate. Lost with no breath, Dying with no regret, Harken my request, I plead. That I may lay my eyes On your smile that goes for miles, Eyes that sparkle with no light. Envy of your body is Aphrodite I still see your perfection, If I'm without sight Allow me to bask In your glory, your might 'Til the last moon dawns My will will not fall. Even if it is just for one more, I shall die down my fuss. But never never Would that end my Lust For the brightness that comes from thee Oh you who is called Beauty.