Writings on the wall

There is a sorrow in her eyes,

A glorious disposition that does not lie,

Wrapped and draped in silky satin,

She dances in disparity, her mournful lullaby

Her hollow cheeks echoes her tears,

Undeniably attesting to her demise,

Her somber glances, her tear soaked lashes,

Depicts a tragedy narrated by her eyes

Her name is whispered beautiful sadness,

weeps the willow toward the sky,

unfortunately inauspicious,

secret aspirations she can never satisfy

bold wide eyes, full red lips, cascading locks of hair,

Her ballad sings, beauty is pain,

and you can find beauty almost everywhere