Born in the abyss of salt chuck, Beauty did bend to me Like the rainbow o'er the meadows Soaked by an uneven shower.

The henchmen of Orpheus sang for me, Like my golden locks, That danced to the tumult Of the chilly ocean breeze..

'She's the incarnation of beauty', they shouted; The glimmer in my deep blue eyes Held the key to the undertows, Like the gush of the spring on the cherry trees.

But little did I know, That my ethos was just another myth. A meritless sigh in the face of force. And I, an object of a moment's thrill.!

Today I'm no longer an equivalent of charm. These temple walls, they are no longer my sanctuary. Today, betwixt my fangs and lolling tongues, I feel the slither & hiss of my mane.

My voluptuous gaze, 'tis is no more. I am just another petrifying critter.! Descendants shall only know me for the beast I am, Never for the sacrifices, frailty and allure. ..