What greater beauty than beauty unaware,
free of that rusting tarnish, vanity?
But in finding herself beyond compare,
Beauty clothes herself in humanity.
She takes upon her that tattered mantle,
bitten by moth and mouse and firebrat,
draping o’er her perfect shoulders, dismantles
their heightened peaks, leaves them lying flat.
Upon seeing herself in the mirror,
her beauty lessened, skin pulling nearer,
shes leers at her fearful, fallen features
discovering she a frightful creature
of Grecian terror and Hellenic age
from Hesiod and Homer’s hallowed page,
trapped in and wrapped in a fleshen cage.