Beauty An X

How the pulchritude of a flower aerates Playing ecstasy to all that see it to stay A perfect replica of a mortal rates How good the God's graces in it array Whose slippery beauty per se, a threat to the global ford Rampaging zeal in all to have its call But fragility places a gateway of a gloomy cord Over the wreckage of fashioned stars preserve and fall How swift beauty freezed A lasting pain in the memory of a lady When ravished in the dark, mutilated and squeezed The pride of age turns everlasting sorrow and moody O wondrous mystery, joy fades overnight And the work of glory timely blight.