Past and Present

The image girl Rolling into oblivion Only stopping to say goodbye Before she dies Her body sculptured Marble skin that men admire Cocooned in beauty and grace Dressed in sequins and lace Only her eyes betray A past that no elegance can hide The dirt under her nails, hidden But the reminiscence ingrained The past and the present Beat a different heart One stronger today One stronger tomorrow Today, they bask in her glory Wishing her beauty would rub off A photograph in her presence An autograph to cherish The past was always stronger Chipping away from within Taking her back to the dirt Where conception was forced in blood-soaked fields The end was always the legend Portraying a different past from the present Fairytales always have to end in splendour Otherwise, the children cry.