Death Of Beauty Poem by Jeff Hobbs

Cinamon eyes on a breakfast toast,
Beverages of shameless sin,
Trumpets announce the arrival
Of new innocence.
Creatures slither, slide and squirm
Towards the gates of the village.
Legs over arms over feet,
A mass of decrepid youth,
Faces hidden under masks
Of black and white,
Lizards introduce the crowd
To the new sacrifices.
Tears of agony and helplessness
Moisten the eager mouths
Of the blasphemous horde
And white skin lights the
Bottomless dark pupils.
The once glittering eyes,
Brown, green and blue,
Can no longer reflect
The sky or walking beauty
And are now colourless,
Empty pits of desperation.
They huddle close together
But still don't feel
The comfort of those around them.
They see red peering at them
And tongues lined with barbs
Licking scaley lips.
Lips that never knew
The softness of a true kiss.
Although the evil glares scan
Them all, there is a concentration.
One young maiden
With long golden hair
And deep soulful eyes
Of the darkest warming brown
Scattered with glints of emerald.
A face which longed to remember
What a smile was like.
Cheeks which were drained
Of a colour they always knew.
Even in her immense sorrow
Her beauty radiated
Over the crowd,
Causing their fingers to itch,
Their tongues to flicker
And their bodies to writhe
With ecstatic expectations.
It had been decided
Upon her untimely capture
That she was the one.
The one for the Ultimate,
The Master.
Carefully hoisted from the cart
Her hands were bound
And a cloak of white silk
Was placed on her bare shoulders.
She was gently lifted
To the mouth of the transporter
A shining black-dragon.
The stench greeting her
Small upturned nose
Caused her to gasp and choke
As if placed in the sulphurous
Pits of hell itself.
She lay in the dragon's mouth,
The forked tongue gently probing
The breath of flame scorching her purity.
Her struggle was mild
As her mind failed to comprehend
The nightmare of reality she faced.
Each slow, plodding step of the beast
Caused pain to echo through her
And horror to stab her.
Her eyes refused to close
But stared with naked terror
At the decay around her.
Grotesquely shaped rocks
Spewed smoke from them;
The houses of the damned.
Dead trees strived to be cinders
But burnt with undying heat.
A twisted red path poured itself
Before them
Beckoning them with glints
Of poisoned rubies.
The bleak surrounds
Screamed and chanted at her
And her ears felt like a bottomless pit
Being filled with burning needles.
Her lips became stretched with each scream
And her whole mouth bled,
Her skin blistered from the air.
The path stretched before them,
A mansion as its source.
They arrived and
Gargoyles left from chewing old flesh
To carry her to her awaiting agony.
She was slowly carried down
A corridor lit by burning rock
And lined with all the people
of the town.
Dark voices sang an endless cantata,
Reverberating through each chamber
Of what had once been a full innocence.
Her mind stretched and her eyelids ripped,
Her neck tightened and strained beyond
The capabilities of her muscles.
She closed her eyes and prayed,
By the end of the corridor
She was a dreamt hope
And no longer awaited
A torment which her comrades
Still faced.
Her slumped body was thrown
Down onto the grey wet pavement
As the creatures wept
Acid tears of disappointment
And by night the gargoyles
Picked the insects off her
and separated her beauty
To share.
Her beauty - always gone,
Slightly remembered
And always deceiving.
Her innocence - immortal,
Stabbing the memory of evil,
Truth.