Undefended Beauty Poem by Keith Sly Simpson

She paints her demons on,
A blank canvas.
A colorful bride,
Of death wish.
She's the horror of time,
In the stroke of red.
Patronizing crime,
In a stroke of green.
Her beauty, an
Undefended agony
Her motives, plain,
Undefeated ambitious blue.
Calming yellow,
To highlight her hair.
Orange so subtly touching,
Eyes shut.
Clean the thoughts;
The plain view.
I see the picture,
Of a demonic like picturesque.
She's an undefended beauty
Of time;
A thought collision
Between,
Her motives and others crimes.