Transformation's Beauty

She unequivocally scattered and blurred all the lines

Shedding the strict form of her nature

Blending them frantically until she combined

The perfect image, her portraiture

Her skin scaled and shed, dying and dead

Curling and forming the shape of her face

The courage hidden inside her frame also spread

Into the image she chose to embrace

For far too long she portrayed a victim

Her thin skin made it easy to see

The many ways he used her affliction

Not knowing that she held the key

Until the floodgates of providence broke open

And the vile poison poured from her veins

The ribs on the horns were an omen

She was more than able to carry the reigns

Protected and safe from past duty

She emerges the queen of her fate

In the fullness of time found her beauty

From the loved soul she chose to create