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Poetry, Quotes, Unconventional

How far would you go for beauty?

“Death and taxes…” said our forefather, Ben Franklin.  He said those two were the only two exceptions.  Nothing is permanent beside those two.  However, the survival of our species (our permanency) can be argued depends heavily on something so frail and temporary as beauty.

I will flip the script for you this one time.  I bring you a poem in which beauty itself can be the demise of our species.  It’s an old tale I crafted when I was away in one of my travels.  Loneliness can be quite the muse, just like Death and Taxes…

STONE HEART

Ω

Bring me a gift
Something I can cherish; something I can grasp
Something I can keep to my heart, and hope and dream
Bring me a gift

I will climb a mountain
I will swim an ocean
I will go down to the depths of hell
And wrestle demons and angels as well

You my lady; you are strong
And gentle, and swift
And willing to give me
What I couldn’t otherwise feel

Beauty, in the eye of the beholder
So strong, and gentle, and swift
Beauty beyond imagination
I saw it once, in the shadow of a rift

It crumbled mountains, and oceans dried to dust
A thousand suns grew dark upon its presence
All of the furnaces of hell
Turned cold upon its pleasance

Even Time could not defy it
For it shattered on her presence
Thrown askew, by such beauty
Time lost meaning; lost its essence

This beauty, devoured everything
Everything was left to rest
Nothing could stand next to it
Hope and Love were second best

It was believed that this beauty
Would be the end of the world
Heroes then gathered in purpose
From around the world, they squirreled

To bring down this thing of beauty
There was no shortage of men
Many of them fell to this vision
Over, and over, yet over again

Finally, there was one boy
Not a hero and not a savior
Pure of heart and pure of soul
He was right, down to the core

So the boy met with the beauty
Knowing his peril was near
Would he also be enchanted?
His demise was not yet clear

He looked, right into her eyes
Found the one thing, she most feared
And held to it, like an anchor
This one ship, he commandeered

Raising one hand, he commenced
The incantation was then clear
Beings of beauty can’t be killed
For this one, there was no spear

For misfortune may befall
As mankind would sure forget
And this story, once again
Will be a matter of regret

Bring me a gift
Something I can cherish; something I can grasp
Something I can keep to my heart, and hope and dream
Bring me a gift

I was once a boy—that’s real
A boy who met with a beauty
Saved the world—not so true
I could not complete my duty

Climbing to the highest mountain,
Spiral Mountain, it was called
Treacherous journey, I reckon
We were almost left to scald

It was twelve of us, at first
But one by one, we all fell
Until just me—I remained
I was spared to tell the tale

The beauty—it talked to me
And in a whisper, it claimed
Gazing in her heart of stone
My eyesight, forever maimed

For you see, I had discovered
The one thing that she most feared
Loneliness, it was so simple
For beauty must be held dear

Things of beauty can’t be killed
Trapping it proved too hard
No mere simple man-made prison
Could keep such beauty under guard

The beauty was trapped at last
The incantation had been right
But it would be the last thing
I saw with my very sight

I left the Mountain with hope
That no man—or thing alive
Will glance again at that beauty
Lest his life be cast aside

I will climb a mountain
I will swim an ocean
I will go down to the depths of hell
And wrestle demons and angels as well

You my lady; you are strong
And gentle, and swift
And willing to give me
What I couldn’t otherwise feel

So encased in its prison—it waits
Lonely, and alone—it waits
For yet an audacious traveler
To approach and admire her beauty

Climbing up Spiral Mountain
Maybe a king, with no more foes
Will dare to get in too close
To take a petal of the Diamond Rose

crystal-pewter-rose-red

 

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6 thoughts on “How far would you go for beauty?

  1. To the ends of eternity and back again. For Beauty true beauty is not chained to mere outward appearances. It is engulfed by a tender heart, a kind soul and a lively spirit. Yet can be set free into the atmosphere to have glimpses of it’s wonder captured by the eyes of mere mortals from time to time.

    Posted by Miz Beverly8 | September 16, 2013, 17:07

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