She looked into the mirror very closely
As she just combed her hair morosely.
No doubt she was extremely beautiful;
Beauty dumped on her by the merciful.
A face that could launch million ships;
Eyes that so sent men on ecstatic trips
But her life had been a crisis-series;
Crises that chronically really wearies;
A ton of poison for an ounce of gold.
She would not return to the Divine fold.
She looked into the mirror very closely
As she just combed her hair morosely.
