She gazes face-to-face with the Queen of Hearts,
A golden gazelle with a curled lion’s mane.
Her cheeks bud into bloom with a touch of light pink,
And those lips of sweet tulips, freshly dewed in the morn,
Burst into a gloss of red berries, a smile of cherry delight.
She rises from her stool, and falls giggling into a curtsy.
No more does a girl need, than her mirror and her brush.
In her mind, she is the center of attention at every party, every dance.
In her mirror, she checks herself over twice and thrice again,
Every second of every hour, making improvements all the while.
To reality, she returns, and takes a seat back in her place.
She arms up in a variety of accessories and jewels,
Smiling wide, “I truly am, doubtlessly, the most fairest of them all.
My voice enchants, my eyes are lures. I am a Goddess in and out.”
The angels above can do no more than wish her well,
As she leaves off with her date for the evening,
For though beauty is in all, there is no beauty in the vain.
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And that's all. I know it's not as deep as Lust was, but I had to do this quickly because I knew I wouldn't be on the computer for a while after this. So enjoy! Read, review, and rip. Gotta scram!
Eternally,
~*Sydney*~
Ps. I know that a gazelle is probably more so brown than it is "gold", but that's all I could come up with. ^_^ Next will be Wrath!
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