Beauty Lines

a poem using the topic: death of beauty

Frailty, a human trait,
her countenance does show;
a sign of her certain fate,
in the dreaded foot of crow.

Once a creature of angelic beauty,
who squandered a coveted gift;
caring only for worldly booty,
between her and God, forged a rift.

Conclusion of this wasted life,
consists of apt loneliness;
no friends or family to aid the strife,
vanity has deemed her odious.

Even in this time of sorrow,
Grim’s sickle shining in her eye;
she cares nothing of the morrow,
and fails to look up high.

For only God could save her soul,
from the pending punishment below;
where eternity with no parole,
her faults, will surely show.