Ironic Beauty

Within her walls she's going;
Little by little subtly she's fading.
A pretty being of golden clay
Where does her secret lay?

She moves her legs with graceful pace
Follow her not to her shadowed place
Where no eyes see and no ears hear
Oblivion drowns away her fear

Lay siege her mind ambushed by vile
"Save me", her cry silenced by bile
Self destruction. She's ravished but quiet
No one knows her emotional diet.

Beneath the veil an awful sight
Not the beauty queen of radiant light.