The Fairest Of Them All

Alabaster cutis, willowy was her skin

Brittle underneath, ornamental and thin

Canvas translucent, soft and creamy to touch

Devils cure to help and ease the nerves in a clutch

Either way it happens, it all comes out in the end

Fatal doses needed when behavior’s condemned

God’s quickly rearranging and renewing his plans

Hell’s another scheme, a backup work of art

Incidental happenings, jumping right off the charts

Just a little wink, or subtle twitch of his hand

Keeping it all breezy for her at his command

Letting her choose freely to be beauty or beast

Might lend to entertaining or amusing at least

Never could he have imagined just how wild she would be

Onyx was her heart the deepest shade of midnight

Porcelain by day, the devil’s shadow at night

Quivers run the spine of her former ex-lovers

Religiously she’d steal their souls from under the covers

She tangles and she meddles and confuses the mind